black plastic squares
decipher my thoughts
on a black plastic screen
in points of light I write
my pens and pencils have
all but retired and are
for notes-to-self and nostalgia
not for communication
while a desk collects dust
this lap goes where I do
and this tool follows along
its use could not be wrong
for I haven't another clue
how to pass the time I must
Friday, July 2, 2010
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