Green, the blink of silent keys
upon the washboard of internet maze.
Locked inside a whirring demon,
awaiting release to fill the page.

Where be the flow of minutia from
the bowels of that which fills the nest?
As silent keys remain on stage
in search the trodden word through
quest.

For through the snake of black and
gold, words hover to ‘gain be read.
As eyes of tears do angrily bleed
a broken heart is eerily bled.

And till the blink of green is naught
and whence the orange does again show,
A phone shall curse the company caught
with pants pulled down as red cheeks show....

My internet connection was down for three days ..AKKKKKKKK!I wrote this in
protest....My muse gladly assisted because SHE was getting tired of me being
cranky and disrespectful to her....