Buffer

(The dying days of my long term relationship with TalkTalk).

I sit mesmerized
a white cog, spinning
on grey space
so I stare gormless, vacant.
I am surprised
it’s all I can do
with a million-and-one
other jobs queuing impatiently.
I wait,
the anticipation of roulette
cacophony of lottery balls
but I wait, holding breath.
My LAN is flashing
my dark-eyed LINK, lost
my world offline.
Jilted, disconnected.


© Graham Sherwood 12/2014