The fat boy
Eating his way to death
Begs forgiveness
For some imagined wrong.
His unbearable sadness
Releases the truth:
This virtual world
Is a prison.
You cannot escape the demons
That trail inadequacy across our social lives.
Saying yes, in vital terms
May yet surrender the modest self
On which fear deftly pounces
As the will to be
In the moment of fruition
Wanes on the casual supplication
Of another screen
Another menu
Another pose
Another disembodied self.
The online world
Cannot absolve madness
Or the lonely tiger
That stalks the hunger of the soul.
Gar Jones - October 2016