Hypnotic screen

Everything is plastic and poison,
the raising and falling of electronic waves
and i wave back.

i sit in my designated space, complete with
telephone, and fake tree.
i stare at the computer screen till it turns black.

hypnotized by the pulsating glow,
typing in a figure
and then another.

running through the dark parts
of the social circles,
switching alters for the monitors.

my mind becomes empty,
but there is no bliss
it's an overload of information
instead of meditation.
i am in awe how normal
it seems to everyone else,
for all the time i'm giving
to make a meager living.