This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)

39 - Got Up and Left

There are sites I see no more,

but that is a start --

to this poem --

which is quite untrue,

for I still visit the likes 

of such internet galleries

where I may listen to 

the oldest of tunes

that I'd procured

and delivered,

to another webpage,

in the form of invisible audio

or offensive videos, but

I think I've finally grown 

out of the obsession 

with captivation

and I just wanna engage-

Talk to friends about how 

Mike Pence has done things to their cage.

I'd like to listen to weird music, again,

and help the 'small farmer'

with his YouTube channel.

Is it so dated a reference

if it lasts longer than twenty years? 

I don't know, but our friendship

couldn't last the twists of gears

when you pinned me to the bed,

then, just as quickly, got up and left.