Devices & Desires

.. we fail to realise how unnecessary many things are Seneca - Letters from a Stoic

I may forbear fingering magalogs of wants-not-needs - buying hope on our poking 'phones of popping offerings/ Mutterings are greedily  overheard by AI [I'm replacing our barbecue - a B&Q ad appears - its

pop-up perturbs us whilst we view Love Island's insta-brigues]/ I can navel-gaze all day/ I am a shoddy commodity [mine not so desirable unless re-figured by an airbrush in Photoshop's too-mendacious bag] 

My weight drops off when I bezzle less - mathematics of fact - Money don't grow on trees - Mum's mantra from 1982 - Use of public transport a sign of failure - Margaret's lie/ My first kiss was so cheap [still - it sits

on my tongue - that sort a' buss - it was false] Cash was a way to sex -  porn - not free-to-use [shame rarely fell away] & kisses ad-libbed - atop bus #72 - impurity among us teens [on snogged trips to better shops - 

one after another] & invigorated by a weekend of expectation - parties & bars - fingerings & fumbles - fags & drugs - waking up numbed & lost in off-girl sweat in unknown rooms/ Street signs guided me back home

with my thirst - but not desiring my night's before/ Shops locked up for one day of rest - unless you craved tobacco or red top headlines - such days - could we survive them now - in this miniaturised world of want? 

Parcels fall through front doors & a momentary high of fresh unboxing -  an art for product-placed vloggers/ Hopes are unwrapped & set buzzin' [a buy-it-now drug]/ China will fulfill endless shite - 'til we gripe - sucked off & broke/ Kick me back to '86 - to

those top decks of tongues & tits - I lived a simple life without Byzantine choices to tug my eye/ My return to nothing much to do would follow my shutting off purchasing in my palm/ It draws on us - until we are drained/ Perfect knowledge? Let it discharge