The language that we use on the corner

The language that we use on the corner,
on every Twitter, in the blogosphere,
amongst ourselves in Gchat conversations,
and in the images we share on Tumblr;

the lyricism in the songs we hear
on the radio every day, in the Bieber
tracks, in remixed mixtapes, in the epic
convolution of a television series;

the ways we look to put a frame about
the things we see as beautiful, the ways
we authorize ourselves in our poor art

obscure the beloved we each remember.
But what is poetry if not a means
by which we realize our future feeling?