Time has passed him by
with its cycles
with its manifold excitments and exasperations
while he sits
gray, weary, jaded, still.
Babies are born, plants grow, funeral homes, withering leaves
Marriages, graduations, holidays
reminders, schedules, plans
What was he expecting to find?
Quiet joys, simple gifts, wisdom
Yet the trash is still taken out in the morning
Yet the rocks are still crumbling to dust
Yet the rivers carry dead bodies like floating logs
Why are they all so excited about these things?
He doesn’t understand the news
How do they all forget so easily?
He became reconciled to his
constricting dreams and steady routines
Hot and cold. Light and dark. Day and night. Back and forth.
Changing seasons unaccountable treasons unfathomable reasons
They all captured, clicked, stared
They kept talking and talking and talking
It was as if he had gone off into the woods
and they had followed him there to mock
It was as if he had turned into a deaf, blind monster
and they were playing games with him
Over the years as he lost touch, lost empathy, lost hope
He wondered why he wondered why he wondered why
The explosion and craze of this Pokemon Go App is unprecedented. I’ve never seen anything like it.
In a week there are have been 7.5 million downloads and Nintendo’s stock increased in market value by $7.5 billion.
On my walk to work yesterday I saw crowds of people looking for Pokemon, one guy muttering under his breath, “I just want a fucking Squirtle.”
Armed robbers in Missouri used the app to lure victims to isolated locations, police said.
A quest to find Pokemon led a teen to discover a dead body in a river in Wyoming.