With my computer in hand, out the door I dash....
To other people's doors for cash
Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop
Dashing, Grubhubbing, and Ubering galore,
In a sputtering economy, lent-filled pockets I really abhor
Rapacious eyes peruse desktops, tablets, and smartphones for eye-catching menus
Man's incessant search for comfort and convenience hungrily continues
Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop
Dashing, dashing past drive-thrus and beyond dining rooms
Now a fresh and different energy looms
A mad dash for cash
Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO
To contactless drop-offs and no eye contact, all spawned from a digital transaction
Distant, yet so close, is this human interaction
A mad dash for cash
Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO
Categories:
desktops, adventure, feelings, humanity, money,
Form: Spoken Word
I've two computers I'd like to sell,
They're old, but they both still work very well.
They are Windows desktops, aka, a PC,
One browses with Firefox,
And one with IE.
I can't recall, now, which is which,
But as near as I can tell,
The latter's in the Acer,
And the former in the Dell.
Categories:
desktops, humor,
Form: Light Verse
It is summer,
and the umbrella men
are selling hotdogs.
A good-looking priest
enters Saint Pat's,
gangly young ladies giggle,
make the sign of the cross.
Thursday is AllYouCanEat pizza day
the joint will be too crowded, too poky,
the pizza rushed out, slapped and pasted.
Office workers, those that take medicinal weed,
come flocking from the second floors
of nowhere,
shoulder to shoulder,
they huddle to spread
petty scandals and rumors,
then return to stare at desktop computer games.
**** is the privilege of the underachievers.
Downtown is slip-sliding,
it used to be a place to be noticed,
a sex-gated area for outdoor passions.
Now the females
hold the hem of their skirts down,
and not because of the wind.
Dope is in the air.
Thieves scrabble and push,
dazed by the easy abundance.
Tourists duck and shelter
under dead teachers' desktops.
Come December,
the glass ball will hang by a thin fingertip.
Categories:
desktops, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers...
Are you numb from all your numbers?
Social security, drivers license, identity card numbers
Numbers, numbers -- numb from numbers
Library card, insurance card, employee numbers
Credit card, debit card, loyalty club card numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers...
Are you numb from all your numbers?
Telephone numbers: Landlines, smartphones, cellphones
Computer passwords: At home, at work, on laptops
Desktops, countertops, tabletops, rooftops, mountaintops too
Remember when "I'm not a name but a number" was not really true?
Categories:
desktops, confusion, society, technology,
Form: Light Verse
I wish I was a horse, said man
So man went ahead and invented a car.
I wish I was a bird, said man
So man went ahead and invented a plane.
I wish I was a brain, said man
So man went ahead and created IBM, UNIVAC, APPLE, inventing
mainframes and minis and micro-minies and PCs and desktops and
laptops and notebooks and tablets and I-pads and smartphones and AI and...
I wish I still had something I wish I was, said man
So he lay down on his pillow and drifted off and dreamed...
Categories:
desktops, dream, future, longing,
Form: Verse
Any
Many.
Self made
No aid.
Categories:
desktops, color, computer, image, internet,
Form: Footle