One’s easily lost in these caverns of flesh a quick click or two opening countless doors If fed intravenously money no object one could live there indefinitely still not see everything or would they? Surf for hours numbed by the beauty and ugliness but pull away skin all that remains cold circuit boards and wires Only so many ways to finger a mouse though certain webmasters will argue not all mice look the same © 1999 Revised © 2017 800 hits as of July 2024 02/01/2017Posted on 02/01/2017Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
02/01/2017
Posted on 02/01/2017Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
I like everything about this poem,Chris. The feel, the look, the way it just so happens to be speaking in tongues, the all of which I comprehend to a tee.
Very to the point and well said. Nice write.
a quick click or two opens countless pop-up windows ;)
