Turn Off Your Phone

go outside look at the dullest scene of grass and dirt and rocks of cement and neon signs smell the fumes of cars and the death of flowers in the air if you are by the sea stick your nose into the salt water rub salt in your eyes to clean the memes from your memory if you are by the mountains climb up to the thinnest air and choke yourself it is better than reading the news if you are with anyone ask them if you can touch them anywhere just to remember what is real and which digital memories you are still clutching on to like a blind monk if you are driving put on Open All Night and tap your foot (not the accelerator/brake one) to the rockin’ rhythm check out the lunar landscape if you are a baker then bake cookies if you are a chef then cook something garlicky if you are a musician tickle those strings key those keys blow that brass saw away or squeeze the box if you work with wood then cut it sand it bend it hammer it shape it if you knit then knit up a storm to keep us all warm in the deathly glow of the internet that is infecting us all without even a name like pandemic only the invisible virus dripping through our veins like heroin but worse like coffee but worse like a silence weaving its dark magic web all throughout until the robots finally take over