Saxon-Violence

We never notice. Our alarm doesn't ring, it sings Pharell beating our mornings 'til we remove from our snooze. We forgot the tink-tinker or bleep-fuck-bleeper and emerge the same. The same commute to work: Heads sunk, tired eyes drunk by thumb movements. Our ears dumb locked into a Will-I-Am trance. Not a glance of the changing scenes; the only birds we see are angry. The same office echoes with tip-tip-tip-tapping of emails blaming others and smack-talking. instead of actual talking. We fall for the hype of Skype and only Siri’s voice drones narrow answers we accept as truth.   The same playground, huddled corners; Children pick