Thursday, February 02, 2006

Prisoner of Technology

No place to run,
No place to hide
the noise creeps
into my dreams
sleep leads to a chaotic
morning rush.

what does it mean
to read a letter
to write a letter
takes some time doesn't it?

or can we truly be satisfied
with abbreviated
techno conversations
that are normally filled
with weather announcements
pronoucements of boredom

how convenient
how sad
that we have allowed
a convenience
to replace an art form

No comments:


Amazon Picks

Massachusetts Conservative Feminist - Degrees of Moderation and Sanity Headline Animator

FEEDJIT Live Traffic Map

Contact Me:

Your Name
Your Email Address
Subject
Message