Curiouser & Curiouser

 

We are all of us

hooked to a hookah,

pressed close against

meshed & changing screens

splicing synapses and

—sharing a distraction—

Some from atop a

mushroom

(cloud)

high and other

asking

who—who

who are you?

when statistically speaking

they’d rather

you know who it is

they are…

And if the caterpillar

already ensconced

is discovered it’s

 strung up,

(of course)

discreetly

or blatantly

(but instantly)

In killing transformation…

Some partake

of smoke and mirrors

from the shade of

fan-cooled adulation!

Entrenched within

Motherboard’s

mushroom gills,now—

pressed

pinned

promoted

perennially tied to her

hookah strings…

Spouting fictitious ideologies

so sophomoric

and magically delicious

they are slapped with

FDA approved labels

advising it’s best to:

Eat Me.

Some stay buried

—deep underground—

rooted in rot

favored by

swine

—better with wine—

otherwise known as

fun guy…

or girl, maybe?

It makes no difference.

Not a truffling bit of difference

to thumbnail interaction

with digitized faction.

so long as it’s transcribed

in appropriate type

—that banners

a landscape

—that features

a cat

(or dog)

in priceless, period fashion…

Since we are all of us

hooked to a hookah,

coiling snake-like

from meshed & changing screens,

stunting synapses and

—sharing an addiction—

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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