easily infuriated
technology has turned
into a trial of
ever waning patience
phone keeps rebooting
cutting me off as
cars cut me off
not understanding the
angry automaton piloting
this hybrid death machine
waiting for the satellite
in geosynchronous orbit
to lavish my hollow skull
with directions to
the next appointment
with half conscious
paramecium floating
in a petri dish of
divergent distractions
drinking water as a
placebo for the rage
of impotent exasperations
as the things that are
meant to make life easier
are just another source
of anxiety and abandonment