An Encyclopedia of Lies

Technology
should hit the sweet spot:
nothing more
nothing less.
 
We are a generation
of depressed spirits.
Art
doesn’t excite me anymore,
nor do works of fiction
or three-line poems.
Everything
is picture-perfect.
Suddenly
the blemishes, the cracks
make the frame
believable.
Are even the imperfections
generated?
 
I want to smell the grass,
feel the sun,
eat popcorn,
and watch
two teams
fight it out
in sweat and mud.
 
I want to feel the grit.
I want
to sort
the grains of truth
from the pixels.
I want
to revel
in reality.