You Bow Your Head

You bow your head in reverence. You know this is something you can't live without. Would you even want to? What would you do without it? You're as close to perfection as we can imagine. You bring our hands together and pray.  I mean play.   God we love our phones! 

We Used To Manufacture...

The spirit of industrial run was everywhere.  The non-sounds of a long lost cacophony echoed off the rusting hulks of machinery.  An entire way of life had moved on.  Seized devices yearned to move and be useful again.  In enforced patience they crouched in the dust ready to begin again.

The One That Got Away

I must admit that since I met you nothing has been the same. Thoughts of you, even though I don't
want them to,  obsess me. Things will never be the same.  I am fixated on what life's like now. God
how I wish you were the one that got away.