Friday, December 6, 2013

Eleven Hours...

This was written yesterday BEFORE I spent eleven hours fighting with customer support to get my new phone working.  It's a product of rage and nothing more.

12.5  Tech Support

My furnace blazes red
without heat
burning fuel I can’t pay for
without result

all because this metal
and plastic and glass
and iconography
refuses my advances

my touch drives it away
my voice turns its stomach
and inside is nothing but ice
refusing to meet me at the surface

yet here I sit under your gaze
poking and prodding at
this box of nothing

which refuses to respond.



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