When Technology died,
some of us merely shrugged and
Tried to go back to before...

Only it wasn't the same...
So many hard-wirings gone,
So many places where we used to go,
So many thoughts we used to know,
Forgotten in an ethereal swirl...
Internetted and forgotten.
Power plants done, and no more juice
To feed along the sagging wires.

Once the Internet went down,
(Without so much as a diminishing blip
Of dying light (cathodes were gone)),
Ah, Lord, we missed the ethereal glow...
Screens now dead and flat,
Unable even to reminisce
The comfort-glow of former irritants,
The fuzziness 0f electronic snow....

And telephones! My Lord!
To think of how we used to talk!
Electronic prayers, each other we implored...
So much connected,
We forgot the depths of face to face,
Now cellular paperweights lie dormant,
Longing for at least a little life,
Reminding us those days are gone.

We pass our little news
Word of mouth now,
Word of mouth to ear,
Only if the ones
We want to know are near.

It's two thousand and
sixteen -
isolation has never been so
difficult to achieve no
dropped
call no Unseen text certainly no
lost letter will do the
trick
nowadays

there is no excuse to give your motherbrotherfriend for
staying a resolute
island in the internetted
sea of archipelagos, so
overcrowded with
bridges and boats that I cannot see the water unless
unless
I make the
space

THE TICK OF THE TOCK

the clock
stuffing yet another tick tock
into an already packed silence

the grandfather clock
stopping the mouse in mid squeak
pausing the spider that...weaves

"****!"
chanted the clock
"****! ****! ****!"

"****!"
the grandfather clock
freezing time for an instant

my young face
reflected in the grandfather clock
the big hand at my left ear the little hand at my chin

the seconds
swinging on the pendulum
of the old grandfather

"****!"
shouted the grandfather clock
lining up all the seconds into an hour

the grandfather clock
stopping grandfather in his tracks
to check his fob watch

TIME running
in fear of its life
chased by the grandfather clock

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Tumbled out of bed with these running about my head...typed them in a minute and here they are running about the world riding ******* on an Internet....should have saved them for New Year's Eve but it was so nice to have thought them...wrote them and then Internetted them all in the space of 5 minutes. The grandfather clock just walked into my mind and asked me to write him so I couldn't say no...now ...could I?  

Next the nest of tables have taken fright and taken flight...oh now the chairs are staging a sit-in and the table has barred the door. I can't think...the light bulbs have gone on the blink. Help...the furniture is rebelling against its inhuman human masters.."It's curtains for you buddy boy!" the curtains sneer in a threatening manner. The windows don't know where to look. "It's all gone **** up!" shouts the unmade bed. The fridge is looking at me coldly. The chair is having it off with the stair. Where oh where will it all end! Helppppppppppppppppppp!!!!!