As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.
#16 and we have made it over halfway! This is yet another long-lost contest reject, and another of an increasing number of poems about the Internet that nobody seems to be interested in publishing, because that’s already covered in their own publishing remit by someone. Le sigh.
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Notes on Modern Life, Redux each typo’s lost on someone, faking history upon their golden phone, hyperreality condoned by one but crucially never them; grateful lapdogs, pushing north, pulling profits melting snow’s joke any more, ‘ere squire, you wanna profit from those starving mouths? aliens among us, gammon slabs, thrown to wolves that never wont, back down, dark hounds metaphor evolved to symptom, last words lost within each groaning, angry ward - yet here you crow, empty rewards if this iRight, always be wrong: jog on.
The Internet of Words 