Androde

O technological receptacle,

Essential; Indispensable

Yet essentially dispensable

Its Obsolescence; indefensible.

Absence - perceptible,

Immediately unacceptable,

Life without; incomprehensible

Connection is severed,

A soul becomes untethered,

Ripped apart from what was once treasured,

My social existence is now no longer measured

Existing suddenly in untamed space and time,

With nothing around me that I can call mine

I head to the airport; China Eastern airlines,

Regrets are my baggage; mixing whisky, beer and wine...

Incessant reassurance; but will it all be fine?

Even the Lord God now couldn’t send me a sign.

Offering distraction… Connection, affection

Aiding retention… Frustration, dejection

Stealing attention, a conscious extension,

Settling contention, a marvelous invention,

I suddenly find I’m in a phoneless dimension

With no one to contact my blood warms with tension

You sit in a taxi, you sit all alone,

I left you there, my poor lonely phone.

Today I repent and today I atone

Today I accept that I no longer own…

As I leave my other half by the East China Sea,

USB-C now means nothing to me,

Complimentary WiFi; how insultingly free,

My access denied to the lounge of EE.

Eyes with no purpose; aimless perception

Plentiful signal but zero reception

Brain feeling famished; fed no deception

I still check my bag; I take no exception

Sadness spreads through, a charging infection

Hazy recollection… I need more circumspection

This journey is a time for sad self-reflection

I exist disconnected, abandoned, rejected,

Whilst everyone around me is connected, accepted

My body is full but my brain it is starving…

is this, refreshing, engaging, alarming?

Ambiguously positive or obviously harming?

I’m clearly affected, now nothing seems charming

But what of its malice! And what of its crimes!

The author of change in our modern times.

An extension of consciousness, a response to emotions,

Irreversibly altering sociological notions

Apple’s the Church and Samsung’s the steeple,

Google is ruler of all of the people.

An enhancement no more; but something more inflammatory,

The device is itself the disconnect in my reality,

We are all imprisoned now, and while drifting to hyperbole

You are all the subjects, however perturbingly.

Imagination now; the main preoccupation,

No social medium to steal my fixation,

I walk this earth now untracked in location,

From elated on vacation to severe debilitation.

A lighter pocket; a heavier heart,

Sorry you’re wrong, Mr Descartes,

I think therefore I am; it’s certainly a start

But I am nothing without my phone; nothing when apart.

A twitching thumb with nowhere to run

A vacuous world, drained of its fun

Mustang no Sally

Sally without Harry

Fred but no Perry

Tom without Jerry

Horror sans scary

There’s nothing about Mary

Tooth loss with no fairy

Bald but still hairy

Little house but no prairie...

OK I’m home now, that wasn’t so bad. I’ll just use my old phone.