Apocalyptic horses
have left the barn
–too late to close that door!
Gates, too
proving once & for all the daily Apple
didn’t keep spin doctors away after all
–with the exception of PPO’s & their fabled live receptionists–
and the ultimate Abyss looms
(already woven in time)
as the World churns
–social media froths–
glutted as Romans
disgorging from vomitoriums
–en masse—
strapping on
newsfeed
to stress-feed
the populace
–only 1% of whom
have paper to waste
–to throw into the Void
(zuck that Fuckerberg, anyway)
oh, what
Wicked
Web
Weaves
(what! what?)
in patchwork of infinite
Bermuda Triangles
–a Nowhere Land
where simply Everyone is. . .
falling in & out of holes
like
so many!
whack-a-moles
–the number 1 question
a Jeopardy stigma-
Ta!
(oh Jesus—not you)
That’s the wrong answer!
Or at least phrased incorrectly. . .
don’t you know semantics are
simply Everything?
(what is Everything?)
–are magic mantras
stirring the pot,
feeding the frenzy,
circling the schools
–Nobody entered,
yet Everyone attends
most fail. . .
are failing
–flailing about in a world gone mad
chased by horses
all too aware
of mystery meat enterprises
–a feat brought to you & facilitated & available for 2 day delivery
(by the Net)
. . .
Yes, that same Net
. . .
that Net that renders
escape
from the Abyss
–impossible.
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