Two Complaints

1.

There are no quiet moments.
Phones have replaced
silent thinking
as a forum for thought.

The need for talk grows stronger.

Adults, adolescent in dress,
use coded text,
nouns as verbs, verbs as nouns
in excess.

Sex and meals are designed to be quicker.
Even so, phones rule.

There's no longer anything that's private,
even fuck out loud.

2.

My paralyzed arm is awkward,
no place to put it.

The pain is nothing to describe.
It lasts all night.

By day, my arm is sullen,
will not do the things I ask it.

It never smiles.

My body has become like a family
with a teenage child.