The Savage Grid

NO ESCAPE FROM THE SAVAGE GRID
the ethereal ideas of Milton
and heartache of millions…
where leave s        do      nt tur                 n
and skies don’t shine.

SENSORY STASIS
but constant change
lies about illusions of a mirage
games about wars
where fac     ts    tu          rn          fict     io                    n
and science becomes religion.

NEURAL PATHWAYS
become extended
into McLuhan’s wake and burial
mounds for dreams
and realities          ho        ld      t               ur                 ned
hands of electric aliens.

WONDER IS WANDER
Journeys taken seated
Where Life becomes logic
love becomes come
and poe        sy try to          turn

to Great       Pyramids.
A small pumpkin

PIE IN THE EYE
a high fort     he                fa           ll
right    through a mind’s glass                            sky.
Welcome to now or tur         n to the                         n or whe          n?

HERE OR THERE
WHERE OR CARE?
my her               his         she’s       t        urn

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