Five minute poem while waiting for the bus

Would it not be wonderful

to somehow live without

a single tweet, or the chirp

of the telephone, the burp

of the sms, it would be full

of silence, and would it not

be an exercise of great courage

to say enough, say stop

information in the flow

and have nothing but thought

of the eternal being of now

in a New Age kind of way

and if you could manage

to keep and stay offline

you are in all probability

a Ghost on this the Eve

of Halloween - tweet, chirp, burp, hello how have you been?"