Here's a poem I wrote (so my archives tell me) back in April 2007. It's a bit wry and a bit light, but I thought I'd try my hand at writing something with a comical twist. I probably misjudged it terribly and it's funny for all the wrong reasons, but here we are:
Disconnection
He mended your computer for you
and though you have no future
you had a relapse, and gave in
to all the little charms and quirks
that made a relationship work
once. Once the net was up
and working again, you spread
your own net over him, and reeled him
into your own web, world wide,
he was cut and dried
hung outside
after the deed was done, and you retired
to bed. You asked me if you have a future
since this bonding over such a
troublesome connection?
Now you’re asking: maybe it was he
who wielded the power, as he held the plug?
And maybe he
was glad to leave, knowing he still held the keys
to unlock your heart whenever he wanted, just by recourse
to the right strings. Or computer wires in this case.
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