Bug Poem by Morgan Michaels

Bug



There is a bug in my PC
I'm not lying
or seeing things-
an actual green
dewlap lacewing earwig:
two gems joined by a bead
eye chips tinier than Cartier could ever dream.

Opting the inner life
he flows easily between
pixel and postscript
modem and memory
on a schuss of circuitry
leisurely paddling the bark of himself
taking it all in, eating God know's what.

Now and again,
on certain damp nights
he can be seen
by the lamplight of the moonlight
on my side
cruising the screen
like a roving i-dot or the cursor unchained.

I like to think we're friends
this lone occasional
star in my sky
now that I know him no
floater, mote
squint of the eye or any worser bug
but, rather a fellow seeker, my hoplite twin

searching the barren face of cyberspace
quietly for his lost garden
as I skim this thin
indelible crust of days
over the reservoir of forever
alert for signs of life beneath the ice
losing more and more files the further I look

Thursday, January 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mj Lemon 15 January 2015

Really well done. Awesome. The phrase I have a bug in my computer will never have the same meaning...

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