Not me, not at all

I have to make it clear that today’s poem is nothing to do with me, not a bit, not at all. Any conjunction with my life is entirely coincidental Winking smile.

Not really up to scratch but was a bit crook today so cranked this out with little real focus.


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My life was spent hammering out
code. Not the long and the short
of Morse, nor the cryptolalic
whisperings of the dispossessed.
I crafted adjuncts to accountants,
put people in their place, Smythe
after Smith, plotted the smells
from vials of oil, and harnessed
a universe of data to take
the pulse of a star. All are gone,
now, superseded by better bits.
At home, I paint, hoping even
now, to make a mark.

Posted on April 7, 2011, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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