The word burst upon our lexicon with
all the subtlety of a Playboy centerfold.
In a snap our clever devices provide
puerile portraits of our daily antics.
Yet only the technology has changed.
Ever since we first scrawled images
on the social walls of caves—
here I am stalking my prey—
have we thrust our portraits
into the popular ether.
Whether it be the self-mocking
image of a Van Gogh or Picasso
looking back at us from the canvas or a
Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man,
it is all of the same mold.
We don’t need a new word.
It is the same game of fame.
But now all that will remain
of us as we pose triumphantly
in front of the Eiffel Tower
while cuddling our crotches are
shifting images lost in the cloud.
First published in BLACK HEART MAGAZINE, September 2014, Quarterly Issue #1.14 http://blackheartmagazine.com/2014/09/30/september-2014-digital-issue-1-14-now-available/