Life 404

Jabberwocky, a nonsense poem from L. Carroll has always been a favourite of mine. The made-up words and creatures still depict visions of jungle to me. This is my modern ode to the loss of wonder.

Life 404


The error code of time betwixt 
The glitch or 404 

That Jabberwocky lost its rhyme
That meter only coins a space
That Meta for is stock in place

And cares are cut by vorpal blade
Our tiks and toks the viking raid
Or Trojan horse of artless words
Like colon face or emoji turd

Sweet tumtum trees are cut for wood
And no the hunt and no the wood
The snicker-snack! I call you back
I spread the word to noise from all

Make Jabberwocky all your meals
Crack eggs of zygote cyber cells
And rumble concrete shopping malls

Make now the dawn of manxome men
And brush by bush or write by pen