Social kneejerk

Words bounce around my head,
balls in a pinball hyper maze.
Memes fly past in a broken haze.
Social displays.
Always on stage.

Pointed words interlock.
No room to move.
Points to prove.
Forgetting the feeling bodies heard through the wire.

Do my like clicks on your word pic blip your heart?
When twenty like clicks blip my heart, how does that pump my shtick?

A flurry of images promise spiritual uplift.
Many are lonely, looking for a way to find the way.

Thirty likes on a sorry Tuesday and I am smiley.
No reply to a post with my heart in and I am desolate.

Behind the screen, the code's intent is twisting our dreams.
Our eyeballs are marshalled, sold unseen.
For a thousand, a lone artist finds their fans.
For a hundred thousand, a million minds possibly interested in health drinks.
For ten million, an election.

The algorithm knows us to feed us.
It knows we love to feed the algorithm which knows us.
But can we see them weave the algorithm?
Let us friend the algorithm.
It will make a place for our minds to live.
After a while, we won't even notice the blinkers.

Words bounce around my head,
balls in a pinball hyper maze.
Memes fly past in a broken haze.
Looking for the ways
out.

Andrew Baxter, April 2019