Selfies

Selfies are in a sense selfish

Because they are for an

Audience of 'selves',

Who do not know that

They are indeed

'selves' until the self sells...

...Our self sells

When it has

Resonated

With flashing light

That grabs a bit

Of self sustainment

Reflected off

The holy matrix.

...As tiny bits of light

Spin our lives

Beneath the camera

Lens like dust,

There is the Mass

Hypnosis

Of the Misconceived...

...The acceptance of

The Blah...

A 'fuck you' finger

To the dormant

Freak

That yearns to speak,

But fades

To fabric.

Selfies can be tragic...

...An empty toilet paper roll...

A dirty room

That reeks of sin...

The deeper agony within

Forsaken by a yearning burn

To frame

Every vacant breath...

...There is a beauty, and a

Theft

In these flashing fits of

Rage.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire