Raw obsolescence
Digital poems
So new, so antiquatable
News that won’t stay
Watch the glyphs glitter
Their batteries dead.
Second thoughts wind the stair,
But life’s too short to reengineer
A worms climb.
Raw obsolescence
digital poems
so new, so antiquatable
news that won’t stay
watch the glyphs glitter
their batteries dead.
Second thoughts wind the stair,
but life’s too short for reengineering,
a worm’s climb.
Raw obsolescence
digital poems
so new, so antiquatable
news that won’t stomp pews
look! the glyphs glitter
their batteries dead
second thoughts wind the stair
too short for reengineering,
a worm’s climb.
Raw obsolescence
digital poems
so new, so antiquatable
news that won’t staunch pews
Regard the glyphs’ glittering,
their batteries dead.
Second thoughts wind a stair
too short,
a worm’s climb.
Raw obsolescence
digital poems
so new, so antiquatable
news that won’t staunch pews
Regard the glyph glitter
till the battery’s dead.
Second thoughts wind
a stair too short,
a worm’s climb.
Raw obsolescence
digital poems
so new, so antiquatable
news that won’t staunch pews
Regard the glyph glitter
till the battery dies.
Seconds wind
a clock too slow,
a worm’s climb.
Raw obsolescence
digital poems
so new, so antiquatable
news that won’t staunch pews
Regard the glyph glitter
till the battery dies.
Hours wind
a watch slow,
a worm’s climb.
Raw obsolescence
digital poems
so new, so antiquatable
news that won’t staunch pews
Regard the glyph glitter
till the battery dies.
Hours wind
a watch low,
a worm climb
Raw obsolescence
digital poems
so new, so antiquatable
news that won’t staunch pews
Regard the glyph glitter
till the battery dies.
Hours wind
a watch low,
a worm