22nd century love song

 

 

The low thrum of the computer keeps me company-

It is the sound of my electric blood as my soul is poured into a silicon mold

of amazing durability. I’m getting old,

but spun with fibers the tensile strength of spiders on LSD;

I know my way around the circuitry

pulsing thru your motherboard and into your

PC.

Author's Note

I was excoriated on another forum for posting the last line as "pea sea". I think it was a wierd turn of phrase, and I like wierd. What do you think?

Reviews

[Chloe Madison Taylor.]

I love poems where you cant even tell they rhyme until you go back for a second look to see what exactly you should compliment the author on.

[Hedra Helix]

hell yeah.

[Zatoichi]

hehehe... I liked it, I was getting curious on how will the message be imparted. I actually liked it.

[Zatoichi]

So how does one go about acquiring invisibility?

[Zatoichi]

Still wondering/ always wandering