Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Going Off the Grid

I think I’m going off the grid.
I have no need for electricity.
I’ll keep myself well-hid
by moving to Montana or Idaho
to realize my new mystery-
plan of going off the grid.
I’ll be able to get rid
of unnecessary wires and cables
and be well-hid
from anything that doesn’t carry its
own battery—at night anyhow, which
is when I plan to be awake,
mostly. So what will I do to spend
the time-bucks I’ve saved in the piggy-
bank under my karma-grid?
I’ll play my banjo and make recordings and send
them to you by old-fashioned pigeon-
mail, my dears, when I’ve gone off the grid.
Well-hid. And fed.