Ice storm

when the last light flickers and the talking heads go quiet

and the pc whirl becomes a memory

realms of data settle tightly in the frozen ethereal

and the only spark remaining is the nine volt battery

in the eveready rabbit singing let it be


About jingeorgia

Searching high and low no matter where i go it always seems the same: shades of grey. Or, was that gray?
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2 Responses to Ice storm

  1. penpusherpen says:

    Loved this…ssssh! I can hear a pin drop. ’tis so quiet, (mind you, I would personally take out the batteries) xx

  2. rambling1on says:

    Yup. Been there and experienced it. Too many times.

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