become questionable.
Elvis knew this when he shot
his television.
Composing verse on this
"thinking machine" ignites
a raw nostalgia
for pen & parchment.
The process was one of
control but, now it is with
controls that I battle.
Strange, how the idea used to
be the hard part.
Communing with one's private
muse. Modern times have
flipped
the creative universe.
Thoughts still surface with
eerie rapidity, as in brain fever
or with bad speed.
Fixing thought to page is
what now vexes.
How a product can
humiliate is a conundrum
beyond
my ken.
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