InternetA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Much is made of the Internet being
The modern glory of mass understanding-- Locks pried off and secrets exposed To any odd bedchamber-bound voyeur; But in truth, this great cawking, this bird-noise arointing From guano-glozed tors, is puerile auk-gabble, Acidic excretal goops and glurps, Parasite ticktocks preened out with a fluffle, Meaningless colony biz and buzz. You and I, we've stuck to our isolate icebergs . . . Mediasocracy ain’t our scene; We float through this sea on cold-water flows, Semaphore back and forth trite twaddle tidings, Steer clear of reefs and frenzied flocks. Those dissonant haloes? Wastes of electrons! The Internet's beauty resides in disinterest: Wisdoms are gained when one learns to ignore. © 2023 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on July 23, 2023 Last Updated on July 23, 2023 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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