Three Poems

Tab 26

I didn’t count them exactly, but

There are two empty ones, three PDF tabs, plus a few Poetry Foundation pegasis.

(Is that the plural for pegasus?)

Some Bing tabs that are loading slowly.

Bing without a VPN is slow these days.

Research as usual takes up memory

And every spinning tab yells of memory used up.

Them tabs are so small I can barely access them without closing them

Accidentally click the cross, curse, Command-Shift-T and the computer

Slowly slowly brings the erroneously convicted tab back.

It takes a while before the computer escapes from white screen.

And everything gets stuck all of a sudden – a flash of white that could be misinterpreted

By my mother as me slacking off

And a popup window – “Chrome has closed down unexpectedly”

Two selections – to see a report full of symbols I cannot understand

Or to “close” and ignore.

I forget now which is shadowed blue

But I always click close.

“Chrome has closed down unexpectedly” – close

“Chrome has closed down unexpectedly” – close

I tried once to click “See Report”

But went to a toilet break and closed the window unexpectedly

There’s no Command-Shift-T for this one.

App No.9

Two-finger click, quit

Two-finger click, quit

Two-finger click, quit, swear, click to open

…Loading…spinning, expands to fill screen.

Three-fingers flick

Scrolling, typing, clicking,

Sighing at a pop-up window to select all the pictures containing dogs.

Two-finger scroll.

App No.9.

Click on plus sign, new window pops up, types letters one by one, a to q to get suggestion

Annoyed sigh at nothing good coming up

Two-finger click, quit

Command-Q

Command-Q, keysmash

Click to open Books, click on the first epub file,

New window opens too quickly to see which file was opened

Keysmash, Command-Q

Keysmash

Desktop

Keysmash keysmash keysmash.

Close filled assignments window

Keysmash keysmash keysmash

Slams down the screen as the display goes black nanoseconds before.

Cradling My Blood in My Hands

Cradling my blood in my hands

Something is pressing on my chest

I’m playing “Music for Moods” and it’s getting to me

I feel as if the morning is going to creep under my eyelids

Heavy, black, dry

And in the middle of the night, I will hear scratching

Of the claws of a beast on some rough surface

(my cat clawing at the toilet door)

And then I will wake up from a horrible dream with screaming and something else

And I will wake up to see that it is too late

The sky will be raining outside

And the guards will yell at me if I step over the roadblocks

So, I will have to yet again walk down the road to pass them

And not say hello to them in fluffy anger.