The blinking cursor taunts
I know not what it wants
Alone it sits and pleads
I know not what it needs
And yet.....and yet....
My fingers hover
over a keyboard
Aching....longing
for the touch
of a distant lover
lost
not for words
but for passion
not lust
but fire
The cursor winks
come hither
caress me
whisper to me
to us
John G. Lawless
7/11/2020
Small mobile manual
Device that guides selection
Of tasks on display.
Cursor Curser
Would there were only one cursor
for one is bad – two is “worser”
amid the streams of vitriol
I watch the drop down menu – fall.
I dread the pop up ads, and spam
the wasted time to make them scram
the bells and whistles, warning lights
that tell me all my wrongs – and rights.
Thus do I wander cyberspace
looking for a friendly face
sipping cold and oily brew
as download light grows slowly blue.
I search books that make minds numb
written by – and for – the dumb.
John G. Lawless
3/22/2015
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?
Taking those photos
Sunrises, sunsets
Beautiful nature
What sights to see
Download very soon
On the computer
Where they flash across
The screen surprise me
Just like I am there
This morning sunrise
Flashed across the screen
But there that bright dot
Morning star shinning
I don't remember
Taking that picture
Early morning dark
Half-asleep_distance
Let me get closer
No glasses _sleepy eyes
Close enough now
That isn't morning star
It is just that mouse
That mouse cursor
Pretending to be star....
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