Dedication to a machine,
its broken parts, the failing
flow of information pushed through
its so-called brain. And I will
Hold up every string of code
under my night lamp, scrutinize
each snippet with patience
and a clear head. With every bushing and
bearing in place,
flip the switch; breathe deeply
And watch my work set
in motion.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
