The POTW: Verse Til It Hurts


POTW #869
(Week of 17 August, 2014)

Inspired by a defective modem of the more pedestrian variety.


The modem in my head is blinking
To indicate attempted thinking
But my reddened eye means I don't have an internet connection
So how am I supposed to know
Which hopes and dreams are apropos
Lacking the facility for proper interspection
With all my data in the cloud
Ideas sourcing from the crowd
My consciousness is used to spanning multiple domains
My onboard storage isn't much
Just names of relatives and such
It's rather claustrophobic trapped alone inside my brain

Copyright © 2014 by Dave Grossman

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