TCP/IP

5th January 2011

Pain! in the head.
Ouch! out of bed.
Scrambling through a tangle of wires like a scribble attack.
Eraser, and fire.
Scrawled, perspire.
“We push! on! through!”

Buttons – amusing.
Keys – enthusing.
Switching ports back and forth at raccoon speed.
“127.0.0.1!”

Gasp.

“255.0.0.0.”

“E.T. Phone home.”

Ringing, ringing,
Not a voice on the other end.
Scratching, rustling, fake pen on paper,
Movements across a flawed liquid crystal display.

Hit home,
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?”

Just you.

Move it.

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