Yes, I have sought salvation
from the window of the internet browser.
Just one more click, and that ought to fix
the need for one more click.
It takes no effort just to check
if happiness is at my fingertips, almost
none, just a sliver
of the weight of this moment,
the horrible, gaping, eternity of now.
There must be something worth reading here.
Beyond this waiting room
is only surgery.
I hear there’s something wicked in the news,
and if it gets any worse I may be redeemed
in my widening anger, my own preparing
for the worst.
There must be a picture that moves me.
There must be a product, a chuckle, a reason to care
that justifies my easy chair –
a thought, transmitted and transmuted, into pure grace.
Yes, I have sought salvation,
I, a sinner, poor in all things save coltan,
and every time I look online I find
more than enough rope to hang myself.