of
jumbled
wire
cased
in blue plastic
sits
before me.
I pull
at one end,
watching
it snake
inch
by inch,
across the floor;
hoping
to unspool
the mess
at my feet.
Yet after hours
of pulling,
the woven
ball of
ethernet cable
seems only
to have grown.
I once read some young adult novel where a kid from the future talks about how people on his future planet only have nightmares that computer wires are strangling them.
ReplyDeletei think the short lines lend themselves nicely to the snaking "inch / by inch" and the tedium of untangling wires (& Xmas lights?).
I also agree that the short lines serve this poem well. It's also pretty amazing how you are able to glean so much more from your description of a dull and rather irritating reality of modern life. The unsuccessful unravelling of the cable becomes a legit metaphor for our inability to simplify the shit going on in our lives and our heads.
ReplyDeleteP.S. TOTALLY checked out Gordian.net and stand by my reading. For some reason the picture of the man on that plain old page seems to make sense with it all.
I just went to Gordian.net & actually screamed out loud.
ReplyDeleteIt is haunting.
poem's good, but the title is astounding. gordian.net. i can't stop thinking about that title.
ReplyDeleteIs it plastic in wire casing, and not something more reassuring like, i dunno, rubber? Is plastic grounded? Is that the only thing between me and all the voltage that surrounds me? Is it all that keeps me from gordian.net? No. It links me to gordian.net. even worse.
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