Blinkink Cursor

Blinking Cursor Why do you taunt me so? A hungry hatchling eager to eat from my nest of ideas An exotic dancer alone on a white stage— taking text for tips I cannot walk away I am drawn to your blinking body Hypnotized by the deformed piano key daring me to play suicidal notes of an unknown tragedy Revived by the flat line, black and brave against a pasty piece of paper resuscitating my imagination A weak Samaritan to the beggar that bothers me for change; and correction of my written work My lonely lover waiting to make literary love on plain white sheets The hero that rescues all my forgotten memories Essential to the healing of my sanity So why must you taunt me with endless possibilities?