When did the simple acts
Auto-require - such attention?
Coordination and reflex
Once take for granted
Now eddy towards the vulnerable
As the breeziness
Of that lithe, unconscious self
Stutters and flutters
Fitfully exposing the lost Arcadian child.
 
A knife falls to the floor
Self-doubt the visitor:
The spilt drink
That almost misses the mouth
Inspires a tactile remembrance.
 
The mind races on
Technologically enhanced
On the pinpoint connections
Of that internet thing
Firing neurons across the globe
While the insidious non-cooperation 
Of primate software
Blunts the fingers on the keyboard
Stubbing forth inaction.
 
Rising anger swells the lungs
When things cannot be done
Simply!
When perspiration and the paper jam
Concertina all possibility.
 
And yet, good humour
Bubbles, beneath this rapid declension
As droll deprecation laces it way 
Around the lack of physical poise
Unsteady on pins
But bolt upright with the daily quiz
And hardy with the plain rhetorical jab
Of those letters shafting the delamination
Of our withered public good.
 
Weary warriors may fire their blanks
But they still con-strive
That justice should be done.
So, regret may then combine
With a bonded fruitfulness
That seasons in time
The sense of doing well
Shyly crafted by these diminishing means
So that the flicker of love
And valiant dreams
Still glow softly
Within that translucent skull:
Now
Where did I leave that pen?
 
 
 
 
 gar jones