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I see that the new thread is up, but I haven't moved beyond your poem. Want to share some thoughts it triggered.

It made me think of:
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T.S. Eliot
"But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen..." <-- I've often said that that line was a prophetic one about the Internet. (Your poem triggered memories of other lines from that poem, but I just wanted to point that part out.) ;)

At the same time, it made me think of Gramma and Don Marchis' archy and, specifically, mehitabel:

I have had my ups and downs
but wotthehell wotthehell
yesterday sceptres and crowns
fried oysters and velvet gowns
...
but there is nothing I really regret
wotthehell wotthehell
there s a dance in the old dame yet....

I included old sarge and Radix on this post because the picture in post #281 made me think of:

Windy Nights
by Robert Louis Stevenson
From Child's Garden of Verses

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.

(I've always loved the cadence of that poem!)