Plastic Brain
Click away,
Time lost
In little plastic squares
That give voice
To the scattered rambles in my head
By putting the rambles on paper
And in the cyber void.
Hum, click.
Little waves of radiation,
Flickering screen.
Guess I need a new one.
Bigger, better,
Faster, quicker,
Good deal, great deal.
Thanks, I'll build it myself
So I can ensure
It comes with an IV
For those days when
I can't seem to leave it.
Love it more than my cat,
My kid, my man?
Sometimes, you betcha!
It demands but is never demanding.
It gives but has nothing tangible to offer.
Pieces of plastic
That free my mind,
Free my expression,
Give voice to my creativity
Through the energy it channels
Along little green boards.
Fly through space,
Never leave your seat
Or your desk
Or your loved ones.
Plastic machine,
Plastic brain,
Has become my tool,
My salvation, my talent.
The extension of my fingers and brain.
Until I push the button,
Turn it dark
And go to bed.
Winterheart
© 2002
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Submitted by Diva Winterheart
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