Poember November
Carhenge
All things must pass
“All things must pass.” George Harrison
My muse has my potty mouth,
yet how could my jaw
not drop dead-south?
Cascades of Ws, Ts, and Fs flushing,
alas,
en masse
with cadences of sass
“All things must pass.” George Harrison
My muse has my potty mouth,
yet how could my jaw
not drop dead-south?
Cascades of Ws, Ts, and Fs flushing,
alas,
en masse
with cadences of sass
We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.