The Love Song of J. Walking GoofRock

 This poem is posted with appreciation, and apologies, to T.S. Eliot.

 

Let us flee then, by and bye

when the worldweb is spread out for you and I

like civility anesthified inside a screen.

Let us glow, through webbish wicked wires

with muttering retreats

to restless nights of tickee-tack deceits

through cultural deserts and political hells,

sites that blather with an overworked controversy

of insidious intent

to lead us through some worn-out argument.

Oh, but don’t ask “What is it?”

Let us go and make our visit.

 

In the Net the people come and go

talking of what they think they know.

 

The bizzy buzz that rubs its pixels into our screening dreams,

the fizzy fuzz that subs its AI nose into our texty schemes

slips its nipples into the dark spaces of our memes.

In the Web the people come and go

showing what they should not show,

Tweetting what they do not know

trivializing all the world that once we knew

before it got run over by a speeding few.

In the Web the people come and go

showing what they should not show,

Tweetting what they do not know

trivializing all the world that once we knew

before it got run over by a speeding few.

Then noticing it’s become a flightless flight;

we give  up the fight?

but that doesn’t make it right.

Oh well

What the hell

say those denizens who come and go

doing what they do not know

until the traffic takes its toll;

then some go part and some go hole.

In the Web the people come and go

showing what they should not show,

Tweetting what they do not know

trivializing all the world that once we knew

before it got run over by a speeding few.

Glass Chimera