Poetry on a computer
Issues on display
Black text on white screen
But something’s lost in translation.
Something’s not in the presentation.
Where are we going?
I’ve been too busy to ask.
Leave a message
I’ll listen later, because I’m on task.
Type and forward the chaos
Without guilt, we all spread the moss.
And in a thousand years
When the moss has overgrown everything
And we’ve forgotten what started it all…
We’ll come back to love.
– Adrian Stimpson