Unavailable (Yes, that's the title!)

Unavailable
(03/04/2004)


She is so unavailable,
so out to lunch.
Her world is encapsulated
within a tiny bead of solder.

Ticking time bomb,
blinking dot.
Detonate and re-ignite,
you spell a name
and hope to one day scroll.

She asks you why,
oh why, oh why, OH WHY
must
timing be so imp
o
rtan
t?

Your message is garbled.
You make no sense
to even the most imaginative
viewer.

One point of focus,
one tiny sea
of red,
YOU
are her world!

On/off
(1) / (0)
On/off
(1) / (0)
On/off
Tick
tick
tick
tic
k
t
i
c
k
t
i
c
k
.
.
.


She screams
as your cacophonous orchestra of light
spills into oblivion,
picking off
the hours,
days, and weeks.

You mercilessly
steal her attention
away
from the ones
that she
so dearly loves.

YOU,
you stupid dot!