Hollow words, only pixels now- fingertips tap out rhythms of emotion - tuneless smiles. Control too easy, one click, Alternate reality not so far away, Deleted scenes and memories and now the folder's empty. Peculiar representation of a tidy mind.
Let the moderators find us, exiled to Junk and tied down by Norton Anti-Virus, only a virus now. Emptied from your inbox after a quiet 5-day trial. Almost a thought but echoes, only echoes.
Caught in the world's wide sticky web, digital fly, buzzed out
Okay, I found this to be absolutely brilliant! I wish I'd thought of it! Except I never would have because I don't really do poetry, I'm old and still use a typewriter to write my stories and every time I try to hit Ctrl+Alt+Delete, I hit Func+Alt+Insert and burn out my motherboard. Really, this is genius!
Wow this was very interesting. I loved this concept, really a poem for the digital age that, I think, will remain timeless. Very nice write. Very original!
A digital poem? I love your textuality here. Really admirable. The way you corroborate those computer lingos with poetry..great write and interesting theme.