Techie Blues

By A.D. Winans

I saw the best minds of my generation
turned into robots
sitting at Starbucks making love
to their laptops and smart poems
pause only long enough to check
their facebook page
twitter and Instagram

pasty white faces who feel the sun
only at the back of their heads
as they rush to communicate
with the living dead
the holy of the unholy
wed to their tech toys