my personal technologies

tablet, notebook and phone

lie discarded beside me

on the bedroom floor like

butchered pieces of

armour as the ‘wordbirds’

flood in knowing I am

defenceless,

they pick voraciously at my

corpse with the knowledge

that I will remember nothing

in the morning, so cautiously

I play dead and impassively

think up clever rhymes to

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