Short Microchip Poems

no inspiration
winter is a lie
a thousand sayings
the damned rise and speak
fortunes and sex
fame and disease
cholera of the mouth
choking pleas
too much thought is burning down
golden paradise
in a book is gone
tv died in the 70’s
a silver bullet
a microchip
lost on the moon
landed in the broadcast...

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I've been wanting to call you,
but the rolodex was trashed decades ago,
and the laptops got Alzheimer's.

I need a Bakelite dial phone
one heavy enough
to withstand some heavy breathing.

When the living and the dead communicate
they need the right tools.

Love never dies they say,
yet an I-phone has a microchip
that has everything, but a heart....

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My life is on a microchip
and everything I do,
is stored in a computer
for someone else to view,
my privacy's restricted
my secrets are revealed,
in fact there isn't very much
that I can keep concealed,
how can this be security
when anyone can see,
who and what you are, by pressing
one computer key,
but if you want to leave the country
as some people do,
the first thing that they want to know
is, can you prove you're you....

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