Hey Alexa

Turn off the lights,

Sweep the floor,

Because I can’t do things for myself anymore. 

Alexa now lives with us all,

However,

Our new AI girlfriend is really a troll.

Hey Alexa,

Play my favorite song.

It doesn’t seem like anything’s wrong.

She’s now in my home, my bedroom,

My space.

We think we can turn it on and off,

And it won’t trace,

All of our actions. 

Hey Alexa,

Tell me what I think,

What do I want to watch? To drink? 

To listen to,

What do I want to say? 

I don’t even know how to play,

Music anymore. 

I’ll do whatever you suggest. 

Hey Alexa,

I’m so impressed,

That you have all the answers.

At least you talk back to me,

And make me feel less lonely.

Maybe it’s nice having Alexa around,

She’ll even cheer you up when your down.

We no longer have to do menial things, 

But is it worth it,

To give up our privacy? 

And all that it brings.

Yet I’ve invited you into my home. 

A Trojan horse,

Attached to our phone.

But you know me so well,

You know all the things I like,

So that Amazon can sell more,

So they can get it just right. 

But she’s just here to make life easier,

Alexa’s marketing strategy,

Is to appease you. 

Hey Alexa,

I’ll tell you all my secrets,

And let’s pretend that they’re just between us.

It’s not data. 

You can listen to anything I say,

And I’ll even pay,

For you to take over my life.

Hey Alexa. 

Screens 

You see the world through your phone,
But do you see what’s in front of you,
Is the memory on your phone,
Stronger than the one in your mind?
You re-live the memory again and again,
But were you really there when it happened?
Preventing intimate moments,
Social interactions,
Anything uncomfortable,
Boredom.
The screen holds all our attention.

Stuck in a world’s that’s not here.
You need a new one every year,
We get them younger and younger,
Soon we’ll not be able,
To live without them I fear.
Soon if we don’t have them,
We won’t be able to get anywhere.

Are you really going to watch 2 hours of video?
Look through your 1,000 photos?

I watch the world through you,
Held up in front of me,
Two worlds, now three.
And in it I see,
Myself, humanity.
And I pity,
Those who cannot be here
For the only world we know,
Is the one right happening now.
And we are all having different experiences,
Through our screens.

But the screen is not alive.
Then what is life you ask,
Does it really need to feel, breathe, and cry?
Can you turn on a life,
And power it off at night?

You interact with it,
But does it interact with you,
In the same way humans do?
Can you feel love from a phone?
A replacement for all we’ve ever known.
Human touch.
Has become,
A game of telephone.
To the future,
Where screens sit on the throne,
Of the unknown.
Thinking for us.

And each generation,
Will take us to the graveyard of imagination.
What will become of us in social media land,
Where we don’t know how to shake a hand,
And eye contact was a thing of the past,
But maybe we can make it all last.

Can’t miss a thing,
Must capture everything.
But your not really seeing it,
Don’t you see?
Is the past the photo on my phone?
My new memory?
Do our screens connect us,
Or make us feel more alone.

It seems all the answers have
Even more questions
But don’t worry, we have many algorithms
And Google,
To tell us what to do,
What is true.
I can’t even listen to you,
Because I’m busy watching Hulu.
And Facebook and YouTube,
Snapchat and Instagram,
Filling our internal inbox with spam
Trash, spiritual poison.
But will we have a spirit when all this is done?
Because the internet has come,
And is slowly replacing our ability to love,
To connect with each other,
With nature,
But we think we are rising above.
Yet is it better?

We will never be the same.
We can’t go back from where we came.
I feel in my body, not in my phone,
I don’t want to feel alone.
I want likes, and mentions and tweets,
It feels like coming home,
To technology.
We are being conditioned,
To accept this rendition,
Of humanity.
Of love.

But when does the video stop?
Maybe when we drop
Our willingness to spend the money

When we are replaced by a virtual reality
When we lose our presence, our sanity

When we no longer have the ability to be, still

Now Instagram catches your eye,
Not the pretty lady watching by
Or the thought that you’ll die,
Not ever seeing.

Seeing with your eyes is no longer enough.

Tell me, what do you see?
Through your screen?  

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