If it were laughter ....

Bloggers,beggars,buggers... in dreams they are all one.

Wrapped in a grey blanket,who can tell one from another?

They all begin with B

As a matter or tact

My dreaming mind hides the buggers

Inside calm astute faces

Who are political braggers

At daggers drawn with the rubrics of formal

I mean,normal,life.

Who's to say who wrote The  Four Tartlets

,Or  what rough breast Yeats hoped was coming?

Sometimes they say,it's behind you now;

that's an asinine remark.

Idiosynchronizing all my devices

I find my heart and mind left out.;

 makes me doubt,

However,negative capability will pull me threw

the stone you chose to cast.

So you are without sin,a TV

Sin in a tin

A smartphone is not a trombone

Yet it creates more noise

Sneaking categorically,

I'd say I'm tired of the gales

all these tablets are creating


If it were laughter then o.k.

But it's more like domination

Say it again,Sam.

Wham!