CarelesswA Poem by alexAlexanderWhen things go haywire CARELESS Oops! Got to be Mo, freeze frame. S**t's all the same: but who’s blaming? Rabbit chasing tortoise down a rabbit's trail; in slow motion. Checks and balances for dividends policyholders stake their claim. Cost-effective, from data retrieved; the moment in shock, almost in Disbelief, this sensitivity vocal mute, spinning a sigh of relief. Considering the source of choice, of course. Since the damage has been done, flashes of urgency take a run; toward accountability as the helium evaporates behind the smoking gun: a red door, finding convenience, has a looming contingency at fingertips reaches with veracity, reflects off then spin off black magic metallic acid charred as charcoal. Cold to the slightest Midas touch: Now in demand at one command; in its chic two compartmental Leather attaché’ case inlaid with silk fish net with USB port. Filled with excitement at the newness of it all, It was never meant to be replaced, many miles in experimental trial and error. Signal red; sending HP motherboard into hot frenzy overdrive dread, overload. Warning signs no space available. Tension craws up the wall; where once a peaceful, calm sign reverberates down the hall, as figures of geometry, calculus, algebra, and arithmetic, swirling around as though a comic stripe from The Peanuts character. Dubiety, to its music notes: on the keyboard, many megabytes, gigabytes, Kilobytes, Terabyte, pre-second; Gigahertz data squeeze too tight. units storing information: days, minutes, seconds, hours, copy, Paste drag-drop: send to back up, new folder download, upload, gadget, Gadget, nib bit grabs it Microsoft Store Edge, google window 10# Update the latest software, space-free, and delete the original. Awe’ Hands behind the head, with fingers interlock while leaning Back on the bed. With two pillows erected against the headboard, amazed. at how simple this process has been., A move to adjust the comforter, then; then all of a sudden across the bed and onto the floor's external hard drive with all its data. Oops!
© 2024 alexAlexanderAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthoralexAlexanderMarietta, GAAboutBecause poetry is life. As a poet, it is our gift that allows the very pulse that beats through our Breath. That gives birth to a new creation. more..Writing
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