Wednesday, July 15, 2009

7/15/09

Computers

the manual hand
scribe of the millenia
outwritten
by the computing machine
mass of metal wire
plastics to conquer the world
word processor
to miss the clack
the crash
the poor manual hand
as it aches forgotten

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4

Four stops away on the metro
deep evening light
cityscape glides through the window
respiration/expiration
from the outside to the in
Four long minutes to wait
next stop
boarding/descending
the cold pastic turned warm
just barely uncomfortable
three stops away on the metro

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Teenage daughter doesn't listen to Father

unfortunately
you don't know
everything
as old as you are
as gray as your hair is
the words that pile out of your mouth
hang in the air
with such exceeding weight
mean nothing but trouble
and I
stay out
of
trouble
at all costs
I will leave them hanging

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