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The iMirror


Selected poems



The iMirror

To google


is the gravest of errors,

your screen is


by the mirror of terrors.



Age of Information

The age of information,

that cyber curiosity,

gives birth to a monstrosity:

we bypass information

and seek voluptuosity.




The phone's for losers, texting is a bore,

and no one uses email anymore;

but check my facebook, twitter, instagram,

and you'll discover who the hell I am.



Breakup email

I loved you once but now you're not the one I want.

I wish you well. I'm sorry for the change of font.



Crowdfunding for my fiancée

My baby sings like Taylor Swift

and boogies like Beyoncé;

so kindly open up your purse

and finance my fiancée.



The travel blogger

He wrote about the Leaning Tower of Pisa,

and yet the man did not possess a visa.

Eventually they proved he was a fraud:

this charlatan had never been abroad —

he'd never even been around the block,

and everything he scribbled was a crock.

When they asked him how his tales were ascertained,

'If you can't be there, imagine,' he explained.



The puritanicals

They make it their goal

to expose

the witch with the wart

on her nose.



Damian BalassoneDamian Balassone's poems have appeared in over 100 publications, most notably in the New York Times. He is the author of three volumes of poetry: Prince of the Apple Towns, Daniel Yammacoona and A Day in the Lie (forthcoming).

Topic tags: Poetry, Damian Balassone



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