The Most Important Key
My dear
Isn’t a
or B
or $
While the ; is useful
to splice
and soften the blow
;)
AND CAPS LOCK IS LIKE OLD SPICE
AND ADDS SPICE TO YOUR LIFE
(and value for Advil’s shareholders)
And the # is formerly hip, a faded rockstar
begging people not to leave his show
as they wander away, indifferent
over that part of their lives
all the profanity and hair bleach in the world won’t build a time machine
#Nostalgia #PopPunk #RememberWhen
“The most important key, my dear
says the watcher in my mind
to the maddening swirl
of a gladiator
and a dervish
as they
punch through
the brick wall
of everyday.
“The most important key, my dear…
is Delete.”
(Saved you all from a ramble about AI and ChatGPT that the machines could have written. I hope you’ve enjoyed this half poem about writer’s block, and not subjecting the world to more noise. Although perhaps this is an allowably quirky noise. Now take this time saved, look out the window, and see if you can spy some Forsythia blooming.)
(Man, promised myself I wouldn’t write about spring.)
Alt text: A photo of yellow Forsythia flowers, in an extreme close up. The front ones are blurry, intentionally. In the background is a wooden rail fence and blue sky.