poem12 Dec 2021 06:20 pm
Harris Coverley
I talk to the Machine And how she whispers back In her cogs And gives Word through her dials Chrome cool Soothing a dead thumb Oh how I love her And how I hate How she goes away Sometimes Even now I can still hear her wisdom: This is what you want to hear This is what you want to hear “Turn switch off and then switch on again†This is what you want to hear
