You’re distant but near.
I live through your moods, friends, pix
vicariously.
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You’re distant but near.
I live through your moods, friends, pix
vicariously.
You’re distant but near.
I live through your moods, friends, pix
vicariously.
Subterranean
hum of spinning drums cleansing
my dirty stained life.
Like laser pointers
they blind in red green blue as
they save the planet
Listserv fight breaks out.
Among civil people, the
retorts well-researched.
He sent sensitive
documents to a stranger
thinking it was me.
Who will you be, and
from where? What will have brought you
here – mere chance or choice?
An adult blankie.
To take one from its owner
will make grown men cry.
We all complain there’s
no place to plug in. One by
one, our laptops die.
When you’re in a long
meeting, now you have two things
to look at while bored.
posted to my Twitter account
Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.