The Rabbit Hole by A.D. Labuschagne

A.D. Labuschagne | April 30th, 2024 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Like a modern day Babylon
Into the virtual vortex we go…

Down, into the dark,
Down every rabbit hole…

Come and spend an hour,
two or maybe three,
Come little rabbit,
swallowed by
a digital reality…

Here you can be whatever,
Whoever you would like –
Just edit up those photos
To create your ideal life…

Come swim amongst the catfish,
The cons and prostitutes,
And all the bards, poets and cats
On YouTube playing lutes, flutes, guitars,
Making remixes of clowns driving muscle cars,
Rappers spitting bars in 3D bars on Mars,
Exotic birds making lemon curd,

Come and swim among the catfish,
Come and drown in the absurd.

Come and spend an hour,
Two or maybe three,
Here where you can be
Whatever you would like to be…

Never mind conspiracies
And tall tales of mind control…
Just lose yourself in the here and now,
As into the screen we go…

Come and spend an hour,
Two or maybe three,
In this virtual vortex…

Forget reality.

Poet Bio

A.D. Labuschagne is a poet, pastor and musician from Johannesburg, South Africa. He lives amongst the lemon trees with his wife Kailie and a ball of fur named Tammy.

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