Heartless Artless Buck How Skip Parodies Online Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

it's a lonely world
of prosaic people,
ranting as an angsty teen.
- on sight scene saviour on super site screen saver

'...it's a lonely world
of frightened people,
just as it has always
been.' - the girl outside the supermarket

if you have heeded simple sound parodies pun_nish_ing
in downloads
and needed to applaud
but simply couldn't bear others
carrying their ignorance down three upgrades
to unsound praise of injurious posers' - it is too much

if you have read unsightly sounds of screed punishing
in rub outs
and hesitated to applaud
and simply bared to others
carrying their texts to online amazons
open mouthed distate of furious flops. - it is much too much

'...and I have listened to the simple sound of water running
in tubs
and wished to drown
but simply couldn't bear the others
carrying my body down three flights of stairs
to the round mouths of curious biddies' - it is not much

'a rant's a rant', I say, 'no need to focus binoculars online
to see where
membership has fallen.' - site analysis

'...a woman's a woman, I say, and I put my binoculars between her
kneecaps and I can see where
empires have fallen.' - an empire of coins

we see it too often:
when gobbledegook sounds hollow
departure follows - self fulfiller

'we see it too late:
after the hock gets swallowed
the heart follows' - a killer

paces of rhyme and places to scan,
they're just not upgraded
anymore. I remember when
each 4th line was metered, and Kevin
only got his rent
when you had
an efficient search engine, and each day was clear and good and each entry was full of promise. - the 21st Century

'places to hunt and places to hide,
they're just not around
anymore. I remember when
each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord
only got his rent
when you had
it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was
full of promise.' - the 1930s

the measure of poetasters damned
is limited to brief moments
of comment gold.' - the measure of a ping jammed

'the pleasures of the damned
are limited to brief moments
of happiness...' - the pleasures of the damned

(24 February 2012)