The gibberings comb through
The ether fields
To bespeak electron smoke,
Comb its hair in delight and despair,
Evoke snarls and curls and waves
In art nouveau somersaults
Of evanescent linear geometries.
The cell phones multiply like roaches
Inspite of all reproaches of expense,
The intense intentions to blabber
Overwhelm with quotidian contents
In torrents with electro-magnetic epileptic fits
Of bits and bytes that feed on mind like saprophytes,
Sink tendrils into rationality,
Suck sense and nonsense indiscriminate
And vomit both into the galaxy.
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