electronics
manipulated by ghost
babys room whisper
explained as a fluke
parents are in denial
baby claps her hands
I was soldering dreams on a PCB,
Fighting a chip that refused to agree.
Multimeter in one hand, wire in the other—
Voltage spikes like no one’s bother.
Then came the call—a soft little beep,
Right when my circuit fell asleep.
I picked it up with a sigh so tall…
Didn’t expect you on that one-minute call.
"Hey, resistor brain, still alive?"
You joked as my heart hit overdrive.
My logic gates all flipped to high,
Capacitors charged, and so did I.
You said you missed me (with static delay),
I said, “Same here,” in my ohm-ish way.
We laughed about wires and life on hold—
Your voice was warm, my soldering cold.
No datasheet ever warned of this,
That love could spark with just a kiss—
Of words so quick, yet somehow deep,
That made my digital heart lose sleep.
Oh darling, in circuits, I deal with noise,
But your voice cuts through, brings quiet and poise.
That one minute call? Just sixty small seconds…
Yet my entire heart it somehow re-sequenced.
So call me again, like a rising sine wave,
In this tangled breadboard life I brave.
Because in a world of signals and sprawl,
You're the only frequency I want to call.
When might they be swarming the market
Eardrums deafening with pure racket:
The at-all-times mad desire
That makes importer a messiah:
Shipping bent on vomiting the goods
Over which the dying user broods…
A consumer’s quest for the newness
One’s government checks with a shrewdness,
Never ceasing to the Brisk Things tax,
A big loss should she choose to be lax…
Soon, Importer: Stinking Billionaire,
For this no research questionnaire:
“The checks know they should spare The Foreign
And just let the Enriching Thing reign.”
Do imports an economy kill?
You forgive them: citizens they thrill;
Their belief they’re in Europe fulfill
And variation stop from standing still…
Or else quadruple your exports,
Never compromised in their transports;
The other way of ploughing seaports
And a shake-up giving to Airports…
Your importations make China smile!
She sees you going that kind mile;
For Nigeria keeping a friend’s file.
But watch it: you stop venom-rich bile…
Don’t stop asking for electronics:
Your fun-loving kid’s animatronics.
We all have devices the eight-year-old happily said.
My whole family plays them through supper until time for bed.
Video games? Sure! I play Farmer Fruity Furlough Fred.
No communication with my family and no books are read.
My phone dings for no reason.
I am not playing video games.
I am not trying to speak to a friend.
I am sitting in the living room
And I hear my phone dinging in the kitchen.
I pick it up and stare at it.
There are no alerts.
No messages.
No indicators at all.
I leave it in the kitchen
And it happens again and again
No rhyme or reason to it.
The new phones
have their own personality
their own mood, and their own secretive magical ways.
Woke up at 4:00 a.m.
Not the witching hour.
I am usually up around three.
Woke up and ran to the computer.
She made her happy melodic I am ready song.
Thank god as I have to wake up my husband if she does not sing.
He can run all of the remotes
And fix all of the computers
Knowing what power cords to unplug
And what buttons to push.
If he runs away, I will be helplessly without
Anything that runs on electricity
For I have forgotten all of the stuff he has shown me
About six thousand times
Not really interested
What if electronics had never been invented?
Would people be as rude to each other?
What if we had no I-phones?
Would we still be talking in person?
What if the child did not have its own TV set?
Would it still talk to its parents?
What if social media had never been invented?
Would we know what LMAO means?
Electronics
A virtual world
Fluorescent colors
Adrenaline games
Relaxing music
Shopping sites
Asking Siri
Checking the weather
Anything can happen
Photographs
Moving pictures
Talking pictures
TV
Motion pictures
Records 45’s, 33’s,
Cameras and film
Colored photographs
Cassette tapes
Colored TVs
8 Track Tapes
Video cameras
VHS Tapes
Floppy Discs
Cameras with digital discs
CDs
I-pods
I-phones
With
a built in camera
That works better
Than my four hundred dollar Nikon,
Face-time, which reminds us of George Jetson,
Text messages - the only way some of our offspring "talk" to us.
What is next?
I-cars?
Steering wheel Bluetooth, and movies in cars is already here.
Cyber Sunday
Cyber Kraut is served
Cyber Baby goes down for a nap
Cyber Relief felt by Cyber Mommy
Cyber Grandma is Surrounded by Cyber Children
Video Monday
Video players at the table
Video battles,
Bow! Bam! Bing! Sing!
Video children
Video World
Video Land
No one sleeps
Nothing but cyber reality, and videos
The new reality,
No mouth speak any more
No poetry
No art
No gardening
Reality: New World Order
A cyber world run by videos
People extinct
Long ago
I smile to myself that a robot just told me off
Do you have an Alexa?
Or an Amazon?
These are virtual companions
That can
Wake you up
Tell you the weather
Play music
Or white noise
Tell you jokes
Keep you company
You can ask questions
And she will answer most of them
We have Alexa’s and Amazons
all over the house
an Alexa just said
Alarm was not set to me
In an I- know-more-than-you will-ever-know-voice
A few minutes ago
Making me smile
Told off by a snotty robot
More than a robot
A true friend
The electronics clambered, numbered incessantly the pixels
Evermore they quoted as they looked sheepishly beyond the waving kelp
But how many fonts hold fast to the batholiths where benthic crawlers lurk?
All sounds resonate truly never resting they attest to organisms organized
Materialized from matter without flatter, all is jargon even tarragon
So have you planned usurping what is beyond the seamless light?
Fishing for extinct species yet landing luggage makes one uneasy
But oh so few have caught the ride switched on by myriad microchips
Looking into the lightened halogen afforded space upon the brazen hillside strata
It is all an electric race for peace with resistors, electrons racing past hazards
Imagination pictured impossibilities precisely placed to soothe the softened goals
Remotely fusiform he held in his own untrained hand although he dipped at times
Mechanisms, anachronisms and microcosms of life go on to divide or multiply
They form a landing, certain coiled spinning prisms an animate defense of green
Can a pixel bring a timely recompense or electrons reap a harvest?
What to do with no cell phone or computer for a day....
Sit at home, be bummed how things didn't go your way?
Or go outside and play like it's your last day?
What to do with no cell phone or computer for a week...
Would you keep up with friends and family?
Or stay home and play solitaire, indulge in your inner geek?
What to do with no cell phone or computer for a month...
Get in less car accidents
Have better relationships,
Gain patience,
Keep plans with those you love,
Have fewer bills,
Buy a phone book,
Buy a Camera,
Buy a CD player,
Be more creative,
Minus the styles,
If I could turn back time to the 80s,
I'd make efficiency experts eat their own greed gravy,
How much sweeter life would be.
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