4th May 2014

Sonnet 140

Let's not pretend that I don't try to press

Your buttons with my pizzled* old disdain,

By remixing our culture* we express,

 Participate, in authenticated pain.*

You want to reach me? Far better it were

Had I embraced sleepless logged-on love so

Love love me do - your audio so near

So in my head no news but you I know.

But if I do log off  should I grow mad

When wild birdsong readily outdrownes  thee?

I prophesise world viral love turns bad

Once madde hackers by madde ears believed be:

    That I may not be so, nor thou belyde**,

    My portal's kept at 1 "I love you" wide. 


*With thanks to David Shing, AOL digital prophet.

**lied about