5th January 2011
Pain! in the head.
Ouch! out of bed.
Scrambling through a tangle of wires like a scribble attack.
Eraser, and fire.
“We push! on! through!”
Buttons – amusing.
Keys – enthusing.
Switching ports back and forth at raccoon speed.
“E.T. Phone home.”
Not a voice on the other end.
Scratching, rustling, fake pen on paper,
Movements across a flawed liquid crystal display.
Drop the unnecessary baggage.
Pick up what’s needed,
Infinite connections like a constant supply of water,
Use it while it lasts.
“Down for everyone or just me?”