Sunday, April 15, 2012

Poem 15: Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit

Miss White slimline IPad
killed my poem. All its delicate
flavour and subtle imagery
mangled by too clean font
and chopped up lines.

Her shiny screen imparts
a cotton candy sweetness
to my metaphors but the words

come when I turn off her seductive
glare and return to pencil and paper's
crisp and bitter aftertaste.


  1. I like this personification of seductive but deceptive technology.

  2. And she's an apple of course! I just gnaw my pencils into little shreds and back up my files obsessively.