A metaphoric poem

by

David K. Irwin

June 13, 2002

I

My computer stands out, so bright and so special,

enthroned like a wedding cake upon the table.

Waiting there patiently, so calm and so still;

until (like the guests) I dive in for my fill.

II

My computer’s my clandestine cable cabal.

It whisks me away with one simple call.

Bouncing off satellites, now up…now down,

or tunneled under cities like worms in the ground.

III

My computer’s my elusive escapade.

From here to there…just everywhere;

my backdoor boudoir to a belly-bumping babe

with long (quite sleek) reddish-gold hair.

IV

My computer’s my "Alice’s Restaurant".

Quicksilver signals bring anything I want!

It is, to me, my huggermuggered home…

for others, perhaps, a place to roam.

V

My computer’s my wildest, craziest dream.

Sometimes, at night, I hear it scream,

"I’m the superposition of new upon old;

here to eat the weak and feed the bold!"

VI

My computer’s a timely ticket to travel

where my over-wound clock can go to unravel.

Bootleg to oblivion; forensic feeder for my mind;

with a thousand gigs of hard drive, way ahead of its time.

VII

My computer’s my diagnostic directive to hope.

What I find here, and do here, some say is a joke.

Yet here I will dine till the day I die

And my petrified digits from the keyboard they pry.