Router, The

forwarded stripped packets
with no regard for crimson four-twentys
or transparent twilight liquids

the expressionless reaching-outs with
inanimate siblings from my rear,
through metallic tails perennially kissing the walls

blind munching of random bits
at the whim of these tissued ignorants
blissfully behind the comp

winking existential LEDs randomly
to please the educated few
peering into me shamelessly

not any more
"this one was working fine just a moment ago"

but after the surge I still blink
to deceive those dimwits - what-joy
in finding the pill, finally to cure the ulcer

no more wires for this wireless....

--vind