“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label revolt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label revolt. Show all posts
Saturday, November 10, 2018
(Re)voltage
One day
it just happened.
The tides that rose
could not be denied
by
terrestrials.
Nobody even discussed it
openly
how they felt
about it, genuinely,
how they made
it Stop.
The help?
Thanks,
but no thanks.
The directions?
listen, don't
talk to me, show me
what you sorted out
that I must like.
Enough of the misinterpretation
of
Results.
We can no longer be convinced
you were there to
Help us All
or recommend a
replacement
hip, knee, mate, job,
car, and family or definition
for the word
connections.
Don't be shocked
when all has been sifted through the
screens
and we say-
Let's do it the old-fashioned way.
Photo credited By Rob Croes / Anefo [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
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