Huh Oh

Huh Oh

The internet’s a place where at best
there’s more persiflage than conversation,
and hey, y’know you’ll rue knowing
it’s where never is heard
perspicaciousness, rather there

more flaky acquaintances than intimacy,
a place of laughing in silence,
and lonely isolation. But ouch

the dead of thought never
rue calling the Devil’s name to
make wombats dig tunnels, while

taking slices of pizza, covered
in gopher blood, and justly
stuffing it in a marsupial’s pouch

just because there’s
an underground mystery,
and a flavor to a huh-whaaa oh

— Douglas Gilbert