(with thanks to Sylvia Fricker, who wrote "You Were On My Mind" in 1961)
Well I woke up this morning.
Yes, you seemed to be there.
Just as it happens so early every day -
you were definitely on my mind.
And I remember those words from that song
that talks of waking up in the morning
with troubles and with worries,
with someone on my mind.
And I forget who you are.
Are you my troubles and my worries?
Have I wriggled in my sleep and not known it?
Does it happen every night?
Were you there, watching?
I woke up this morning.
I remember the song: yes:
you were on my mind.
So how much did I wriggle?
And how much were you there?
(written 3 Oct 2026)
Racking, fracking, fricker dickers -
there it goes again stirring all my inner jitters;
my pc, tablet, phone and friends
blank screens locked immovable in place again
while tweets and texts disappear in phantom space.
Techno blab excites me
and the mesmerizing call invites me
but searching play on the blank display cueing
frustrates my mind to forget just what I'm doing
and at my fingertips the troubles brewing.
It's a slam dunk OCD call
to play games and tweet within the web thralls
lost in wavelength microwave wifi
while communication stalls and dies
and that's the truth, no lies.
Curse you internet!
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