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.
I like this personification of seductive but deceptive technology.
ReplyDeleteAnd she's an apple of course! I just gnaw my pencils into little shreds and back up my files obsessively.
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