By Derangement of All Our Senses
by Gary Hardaway
We will collapse in a storm of images
photo-shopped and CGI-eyed
precipitated and blown by a cloud
co-opted and untrustworthy
our senses undermined
by graphic examples of our credulity
and complicit entertained culpability.
Sufferin' succotash,I hope you're wrong. But I like the way you put it. *
Yep.*
Enjoyed this.
The second stanza is dead on. Good poem, Gary.
Thank you, Matt, Amanda, Brenda, and Sam.
No doubt.*
Thank you, Gary.
Yes, yes, but show me also please.