COPY PASTE 

AND HOPE

 

The internet was down

 for a day. I realized my broken mind had no Cling on to memory, lost without Photo- graphs and Internet. 

                                                                                        PROPER PIC

There Was nothing on my mind, blank.

 I always knew memory was mor-photo-

genetic, the net gave me stimulation. I tried 

to conjure up something in my mind but no 

remembrance.

 

I cant even think up a con-no-clue-sion, 

wordplay is my depth. I want to say more 

and roll poetic of my tongue but it’s like 

when I woke from stroke.

 

I seen the word in my mind but nothing 

came out. I am like internet my network 

is down. I can only write of the moment 

I am in no past and future intense.

 

I tried to save this Word document

But just like me, there is nothing on

Its mind, copy-paste and hope.

 

Am I just a blog on the write

Hemisphere, waiting to be put

In the virtual-reality wastepaper bin..