Concerto for blunt instrument

An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you. Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Waiting for the fire

Is it burning yet
have they seared the
rights, closed the
borders, the web gone
dark but for .gov fiction
and questionable diction
outlawing friction?
Have you checked the
resistors, called in
coordinates or is your
cell dead, a gun to your
head, palpable dread, is
there anybody out there?

                       - d.o.

[Still waiting in 2018!]