Saturday, April 30, 2022

Mute Rooms

You can make a souffle 
As your icon throbs
On the conference call,
Strike a background pose
Of tradewinds in Tahiti
Or the impossible 
Mountains of Hong Kong,
Decide when to talk
As if you are deliberate,
Not flaying like an otter
At the switch.

It's a comfortable 
Way of being,
The world at sane distance,
As the audience, 
Without the wretched
Steal of baseball news
In a too-long conference room
Cramped in the reality
Of your momentary illusion.

How much more
To lie, in virtual 2D,
Be anything you want to be --
And the responses
Exactly the same!