Mark R Slaughter

Hp Photosmart - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Night’s death:

Sat at the printer
I watch

It knows I’m there

We two
Senses locked
Psyche each other out

It, in black anti-bleach –
The little LCD

Catches red-in-white eyes



Stone shadows
They slink across the room
Know the score

The printer knows too

And off it all goes
Down the line
Cabled vine
Spreading word
Telling tales

How absurd

Poet fails!

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Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2013

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 12, 2013

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