What can it mean
To “process” words?
How can this
Soulless keyboard know
The pungent satisfaction of
Fresh ink,
Or perform the
Scratchy cogitations of
The golden nib?
And this screen is
Not a mirror,
Not a mind,
Can never be
The bright tinsel of
A young girl's wish
Nor the merest shadow of
A wise man's wit.
And how can this
Plastic case contain
An ageless sea,
A restless ocean of clouds,
Or even
A shallow pond of dreams?
Pleeeze––
I'll have my words over-easy––
Hold the mayo!