We live in a world were we are judged
by the number of letters we can squeeze
on a screen
that’s as big as the palm of one’s hand
if not smaller, so many words lost,
unseen.

Where 140 characters is all that we have
to tell each other how we feel
what we see, what we hear
no one has time to hear the other out
140 characters is all that you have
to make yourself clear

And books have gotten smaller,
for their the pages are now numbered in screens
and the page flips of one’s thumb –
too many flips and you lose your dear reader,
so be vigilant,
be dumb.

Simplify your message, just forget all flowery prose.
If you want to be heard, remember –
theres no dignity in wordiness,
for the Prousts of this world,
have long ago
been blurred

So I count my words carefully,
willing them to fit inside
this new age box,
and as I toss them out into the world, I fail –
for they only sink like leaden
rocks.