Like Herod

Lightly glowing letters and numbers
dull your brilliance

sometimes things are inconveniently placed
like signs – or the plastic in
your hands.

Sometimes I wonder what the world was like
before cell phones
because maybe I wasn’t living then
or maybe that’s what I was really doing
and now I’m lost in ringing, dinging
and pleasant vibrations through pockets.

I choose to live like a monk
without principle
and I want to lose these materials with which
we build life
because there must be another way
and I need a way out