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Curse of Backlight
I should have jot it down
When it was in my head
Before I went to bed
But we don’t jot down
In this part of town
Since around
1999
Or thereabouts
Theres no pen
Or pad
On night table
To effortlessly grab
take a stab
emit inner
“important” blather
When we feel willing and able
Theres no quill
When Ennui has us pinned
frozen still
cant dip feather in ink
For a cheap
Or expensive thrill
When we think
We thought a nugget
Worth preserving
To submit for unnerving
Interpretation from our Shrink
Naaah – now we have
All kinds of Techno-blight
Yeah – they be green
To the environment,
quite polite
Yet they all got some kind
Of back-light
So when ya wake up in the
Middle of the night
Just thought of the most
Brilliant thing to write
Are your eyes young enough
To adjust in time
Regain waking sight
Before the genius
That tenuously resides
On the tip of your mind
Recedes back into
A formless jumble undefined
Do you got the skill
To truly type
Or are ya like me
A dinosaur
With only 2 fingers
Agile
Enough to depress
Square Plastic tiles
Sometimes I can
Just barely make `em fly
Fast enough
To describe
That carrot dangled
By the Muse inside
And Lord help me
If It aint plugged in
The batteries died
Stuck with my cell
which Thinks it
KNOWs what I wanna Spell
And really does end up
Spewing digital drivel
Cause by the time
My eyes catch up
To what I thought
I input
Im introduced
To something
Completely different
Open mouth
Insert foot
Im goin back
To pen and pad
An inexpensive way
To snare those
Conclusive Plans
That fly
in back Of mind
And so infrequently land
Long enough
To comprehend
Like a bird in the hand
Yeah
Sure I am
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