Soothing dimness of a laptop screen with the brightness settings down – a note to a laptop

Gentle cool light holds me and I hold it.

We can be so supportive of each other now, symbiotic.

You can be a crutch and a confessional catalyst for my catharsis,

You can be a listening ear in the dead-time night,

You can be glorious opportunity to throw my words out into the canal and receive them back, so quick, so elegant.

You, the same machine that crushed me with your thousand emails of things I hadn’t done,

You were my labouring into heavy nights of swimming lights and streams of bitter words I didn’t feel proud of,

You were a reminder of my failing to connect, but even then, when my facebook was a social minefield and my emails were a never-willingly-visited place,

You’d let me watch your screen and fade to black, “Are you still watching?” You’d ask.

Of course I am, you absolute foolish rectangle.



dum dum dum dum dum

passed around passively

dum dum dum dum dum

shot from a tunnel gun

dum dum dum dum

onto the next one

sitting blank

dum dum dum dum

expressionless across from

other passengers

drumming fingers on light grey


dancing round my mind with no music

dum dum dum

and the tunnel gun

flicks us onward and the

drum of the fingers on the track

shakes through the carriage

dum dum dum dum dum

and the whirring of the turning lump in my stomach

brings my organs forward and up onto my palate

and they throb in my throat

dum dum dum dum dum

via Daily Prompt: Passenger