Crash!

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ONE MINUTE YOU’RE THERE
AND THE NEXT
YOU’RE NOT
FROZEN OUT
THROWN ABOUT
IN A WILD TANGLE
OF CURSIVES
AND CURSE WORDS
THE SCREEN HAS
GONE BLANK, AND
THAT TERRIBLE SOUND
THAT ALMOST SIGH,
THE TRAGIC GOODBYE
OF ALL YOUR WORDS,
THE DOCS
THE POEMS
THE BOOKS
UNHEARD OF,
NOT REALLY BUT TRUE
(NEVER BELIEVE IT
WILL HAPPEN TO YOU)
UNTIL THE FINAL GROAN,
AND THAT’S WHAT IT IS,
A GRINDING HALT
THAT MAKES YOU SCREAM
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT”
TO THE FRIENDLY GENIUS
WHO COMES TO CALL
AND CARRIES AWAY THE
REMAINS,
HE CLAIMS IT
WILL ALL
BE FINE,
YOU’RE BACKED UP
YOU’RE COVERED
SCARED SHITLESS
YOU HOVER
AND PACE,
THE NINETEEN NEW
CHAPTERS, WRITTEN
WITH LOVE,
THE HUNDREDS OF
OF PAGES
AND SLOVENLY
RAGES,
THE CHARACTERS
NEW AND OLD,
SEXY, SILLY
STRONG AND BOLD,
AND WHAT ABOUT
THE TV GUESTS
ALL THE WORDS
AT YOUR BEHEST,
THEIR ANSWERS STORED
IN THIS DEAD MACHINE
THE TECH GRAVEYARD
OF BROKEN DREAMS,
YOU WAIT, YOU SWEAT
YOU CRY, YOU BET
THAT EVERYONE IS WRONG
IT WILL BE
THE WORST SAD SONG,
WHEN FINALLY THE LIGHT
SHINES FLASHING AND BRIGHT,
THERE WILL BE A WAY
TO SAVE THE DAY,
IT’S NOT THE END OF
THE WORLD,
I CRAWL FROM MY CRISIS
AND SLOWLY UNCURL
A BRAIN THAT HAS SEEMINGLY
DEVELOPED A YEN
FOR THAT CRAZY MACHINE
INSTEAD OF A PEN,
SO IF I HAVE TO
I’LL START AGAIN,
OH, MY GOD,
PLEASE TELL ME,
WHEN?©J.W. WINSLOW 8/1/14