My Computer

My computer is a distraction from the real world. It’s true. What did I do before you? I hardly remember that world. Was it pen and paper at the ready? Strong and steady? Where did I go with that?

Stare at the screen. Ever thing else is a dream. Me and this screen, is the only thing that is real, the only thing I need. I’d say no, but that’s not really true, but it is almost true. This is my world, and I love it so. It’s what loves me too. Loves me back, with all that time we spend together. 

My best friend,

in the world.

Dependable.

My rock.

(It just needs a voice, with which to answer back,

and I’m sure that isn’t far away)

To be the perfect distraction,

there you go.

It’s a ho,

with eyes only for me.

It is love as I caress, 

it with my fingertips,

as it’s buttons I press,

continuously,

there is that soft click click click

into the night we go.

I finger it all day,

and it never says stop,

that’s enough,

do it to me for as long as you like.

I call him Mike.

Day and night I now spend in front of its screen. It is nothing for me to spend Saturday night in, just me and him, until the wee small hours. And when I look back at the end of the night, I don’t even know what I have been doing, but I have done it all of the night.

The hours have flown by, as I said, I’m not even sure I know where they went.

I wonder if this is ever going to be a problem, all of us stuck to our screens?

What do you reckon?

On-line life beckons.

We answer in seconds.

Nary we give it a second thought.

Such is our quest fought,

Totally captured by thee.

And then it's me and my machine for the rest of the morning,

for the rest of the afternoon and the rest of my life.