The shrill babble that’s coming from our fridge
should at least be the cause of some alarm
but I’m reminded of a bygone age

of blips and hyperactive lines that framed
some crude emerging pixels that revealed
the title page for the computer game

that took another half an hour to load.
And so I listen in to the strange noises
not wondering if that fridge might explode,

and leave all of that fretting to the missus.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jan 20, 2012 @ 23:55:19

    I suspect a woman would say, you’ve gone off message…you’re supposed to be worrying about the bloody fridge, but they cannot understand the complex workings of a creative male mind or see the obvious connection with prehistoric computer hardware. 🙂


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