"Anyone can write poetry”
I silently yell into my blank monitor,

my cursor blinking back at me
as if it were anticipating
some wise words to spring forth from my fingertips
and grace the benign existence
of Serial Number W1810FAUTM.

Lord knows she’s witnessed the death
of a million half-baked ideas
that made the pilgrimage from my cerebral cortex
to the safe haven of her inner workings.

A daunting journey, no doubt,
for any idea to make;

to traverse the foreign corridors
of my nervous system,

to brave the plastic dunes
of Laptop Keyboard,

to saunter the rank-and-file confines
of word processors and DAWs,

only to retire and die
in the warmth of her circuit boards.

Perhaps it is too much to ask
to push them beyond their resting place.