Friday, March 29, 2024

Yeah Girl!

With BlackBerrys and freeze-dried granola, we’re all crunching the numbers,

making light of it all and “liking” our lives

in preformed, formatted opinions.

Options are slim,

slimming opiate shakes, an aspartame IV, some carcinogenic carrageenan for thickness,

careening us into greener pastures and detached frontal lobes.

Lobbing the ball,

we’re swinging blindly into singed fingers,

signals that we should have stopped typing years ago.

You think we’d learn,

not lean on wall posts for support;

our pasts presented fast,

in 140 characters or less.

Nick Laugher
Nick Laugher
Never profiting from the pithy pitfalls or pedantic antics of the common journalist, Nick "Noose Papermen" Laugher has continuously baffled readers by demonstrating a rare understanding of the vagaries of our current cultural climate. Rumored to have been conceived and raised in the nook of a knotty pine somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, Laugher was forced to abandon his true calling (pottery) after having one night experienced a vision in which a wise and generous hawk appeared to him through the shimmering static of his television set. The apparition spoke to Laugher of an aching need for some new kind of media perspective, one that elegantly incorporated esoteric vocabulary, gratuitous alliteration and penetrating pun-manship. And so it was. And so it is. And so it always will be.
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