Down at the bottom of the screen
is an icon for focus.
What’ll happen if I click on that?
Wow! Just this “page” and black on either side.
Now, what happens if I go on writing?

I don’t! I pick up the phone to call a missing friend.
Answering machine says, “keep smiling.”

Started the day at this too bright screen
making a list of seven things to do.
Did one. Half way.

Then wandered through high level rabbit holes.
Like:
Funny papers on cybernetics and anarchy.
Like:
My complex powerpoint graphics from 2007
on telling shit from shinola.
Like:
Deleting 132 e-mails saying
“Are you still a Democrat?”
“This is really hurting . . .”
“We’re crying tears of joy.”
“Why won’t you rate AOC’s job performance?”
“Trump is raging at this!”
“Why are you abandoning her, Ernest?”
“Devastated, heartbroken, absolutely crushed!
And all ending with “send money.”
My day didn’t get any better.

I finally took charge.
Ate some cannabis.

My day didn’t get any better.
Oh ! just remembered, when I first booted up
my intention was to play brain games,
You know, to sharpen my cognitive function.

Did you ever think that . . .
… . . this is a delicate question . . .
Did you ever notice
. . . . .that the whole damned system
is suffering from cognitive dysfunction?

Like:
I order refills of my meds and the screen shows
the pharmacy where I now live.
I go to pick them up but they’re
at the pharmacy where I lived a year ago.
One fucking year ago!
Like:
I try to upload medical data to a company
that keeps me alive with a little advanced computer
plugged into my belly.
It takes two hours for support guy in Honduras
to figure out why it’s not working.
It still doesn’t work.
Like:
Today’s 89 e-mails trying to win elections vital to our planet’s future
But only saying “send money” after accusing me of not being loyal.