poem: spooky bambina
Stagnant, Electro Magnetic Smog
Computer screen: ON
You are now connected to the Internet.
I’m gonna contact one of my friends,
it’s been a minute.
Actually, let me finish this story.
I’ll do it in a few.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
No inspiration,
no motivation.
“Celebrities Who Are Left-Handed".
Do I even care?
Not quite, but it’s good knowledge.
Let’s find some nice music.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
The radio stations
took a vacation.
I don’t even know what I feel like
listening to.
I have to email someone for work.
Maybe I should.
Blink
Blink
Blink
Fuck.
How do you even
start this damn letter?
Aimless online window shopping
“Add to wish list”
Perhaps if I was rich and wealthy
I could hit Checkout.
Click
Click.
Click.
Click.
Pages and pages
Each not much better.
Darkroom mode just came on my screen
scarlet red on black.
What a lovely color combination.
Let me look for that.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
What the hell was I
going to search for?
My computer battery might die
I’ve spent all this time
Doing everything and yet, nothing
This feels like a crime
The screen stares back...
Those messages won’t write themselves.
Close all tabs? Yes.
Computer screen: OFF
about the author: spooky bambina
spooky is the rock ‘n’ roll renaissance vampire who does a lot of things and likes a lot of things. You can learn more about them here.
