rooms full of signs*

ROOMS FULL OF SIGNS

Dad learned to wait afternoons,
Dad takes a break
for kids come home seeking
social communion.

We once went to church
took in holy words
but that gone by the wayside
now its interactive
social high tide.

Each evening Dad puts a plate
beside, while kids stare into flickering
TV. There is no eat together
no family to live inside.

What attention span
is on high demand
no outside its all in,
exact sights and sounds
of four wall poster rooms

Urban, country, suburban
reduced to rooms full of signs.
Rich poor middle class
who can tell
it no longer minds.

Rich, welfare, thieves on the run
everybody needs to check in to
see whats going on.

It used to be go to school
does a library equal
this supreme reference tool?

It used to be paperwork
and skills in hand
now just Dee I why
endless examples
streamed fast.

Oh its all better this way
Dad gets online too, and plays
at news, his serious best
yet its all compressed and zoomed
too much, too soon
This ticket as thick as the thinnest book.

Sing along
We are all looking on
through our window screens
at each other, glowing
in the richest dreams

We are all looking in
to secrets and screams
of each other, unseen
far from nightmare

and its a bright, bright stare
illuminating, it is glare
a full season of hits
never ending arguments
reference at fingertips
no longer instruments
its lets sing along
and feel the new dawn
the age of omniscient's song