bitter stories writ in circuit fire
rifling down the pipes
can you imagine:
“You’re the worst!”
as a tale slung on electron backs
couriers spew into tiny chasms
floating forward to light the next fire
nothing chiseled in granite
but each time electrons dance that line
it makes fast the path
change the dance
change your story
By B Gourley in poem, Poetry on September 15, 2017.
