i baptized my keyboard many times,
not with water, but with my home
made mountain dew.
each spill a contract:
you translate my chaos,
i ignore your sticky protests.
it speaks in clicks, not apologies,
predictable as a metronome,
as honest as a segmentation fault,
no cryptic social rules,
......
Upon the desk, a silent stage, it lies,
A realm of keys, where thoughts take flight.
Each button, firm and cold as winter's ice,
Bears tales of dreams, of endless night.
It sings no song, yet music flows,
A symphony of clacking sounds.
The stage is set, the actors poised,
In this grand play of written bounds.
......
i baptized my keyboard many times,
not with water, but with my home
made mountain dew.
each spill a contract:
you translate my chaos,
i ignore your sticky protests.
it speaks in clicks, not apologies,
predictable as a metronome,
as honest as a segmentation fault,
no cryptic social rules,
......
Upon the desk, a silent stage, it lies,
A realm of keys, where thoughts take flight.
Each button, firm and cold as winter's ice,
Bears tales of dreams, of endless night.
It sings no song, yet music flows,
A symphony of clacking sounds.
The stage is set, the actors poised,
In this grand play of written bounds.
......