sometimesihatemycat

A quarter clanking in a dryer drum
No hope of quiet till your work is done
A narrow staircase with no rail to hold
And slippery socks upon your feet
A gas pain stabbing guts in public space
But in the middle of your buttoned speech
A glitch that quits each save you try to run
I am the ghost in your machine

-a.r.

Digital art: Ghost in the Machine by grumpus138, found here: https://grumpusart.wordpress.com/2014/11/24/ghost-in-the-machine/

~ by April on December 6, 2015.

Posted in Body, Death, Family, God, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Poetry, Writing
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Body, Change, Death, Dukkha, Ghost, Ghost in the machine, Impermanence, Machine, Poetry