My computer is locked
And won’t give me the
Time of day
Literally.
If I don’t press
Control-Alt-Delete
I will remain exiled from the
Land of cyber surfing
Of dry electrons
Running like
Milk and honey
Ozone manna
Silicone processed
Heroin.
Do it.
The hungry ghosts
Say.
We don’t like it here
In this
Dangerous world
Of bumper cars
And broken hearts.
