This poem deals with the theme of our increasingly virtual lives and the increasing challenge of what is close enough to reality to pass as a humane reality.<\/p>\n
Post, Post, Post Modern<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n They had This poem deals with the theme of our increasingly virtual lives and the increasing challenge of what is close enough to reality to pass as a humane reality. Post, Post, Post Modern They had Graduated from that small, small world … Continue reading
\nGraduated from that small, small world
\nModern to postmodern
\nOnto mirrorly post, post, post
\nSome fun hows
\nAs all their dreams ricocheting
\nFrom the big, big screen to the little screen
\nBack
\nAnd fourth
\nWithout place
\nThat prevailing strategy
\nThe modern mine virtual
\nAs fact simile
\nNay, love simile!
\nThough bad, bad copy
\nWresting precariously on rare earth
\nA genuine whirled
\nFor those who want
\nThe most
\nInfinitesimal foundation
\nAs if
\nA speck holed up
\nIn tired universe
\nBots purporting
\nAs upside down
\nPyramid scheme
\nThe gravity of witch
\nMay kill us for a spell
\nAnd awe for what
\nTo consume
\nBits and byte sized whirled
\nA virtual flower in the cloud
\nSome wear
\nWhen actually living a mist
\nConcrete and steal
\nBoxes
\nOf unknown mettle
\nThat fool sell
\nCharged buy petrochemicals
\nAll the wile
\nKnow dirt
\nIn our hands
\nTo see passed
\nPlanted fauxs
\nWeather leaves of grass
\nOr weed
\nWorshipping a semiconductor
\nA desert that dust nothing
\nLet alone
\nBreathe life
\nIn a drop of water
\nWeather toil it
\nOr limpid pool
\nWe are amor
\nThen animals
\nWith feral arts
\nYet we are apped
\nRather living in a zoo
\nWith maximal bars
\nIs it any surprise
\nNot being
\nCaught off grid
\nAs we are awe
\nSoully looking
\nFor what
\nA muse
\nMeant
\nAs the balm
\nRested for fragrancy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"