Cords

Ugh, the cords in my life are one too many 

wire for hire if you please, please. 

pick one, any will do and take it with you 

don't show me what you got just take it 

for I've only to dip my hands in a pool of shimmering water 

(and that's really just a metaphor for 

how the wires seemed to have melted into each other)

pull out a string of tangled wriggling mess

and you might confuse it for a comedy excuse for life

but that's just another wire,

another cord wretched out from breathing spaces swamped in mire.

so many cords, some weak some strong

plugged in little cracks and crevices

that you've unknowingly grown

from all the years you've breathed, seethed, heaved

wrinkles of life open your pores

absorb more cords and stick them inside 

strung up like a manikin

with snake like coils and golden pins

you wake up to your cords one day

drilled deep inside your tangible reality

digital drudgery, virtual fantasy.

but what do you do? power it with your life, and life that revolves around your life and so on..

These are concentric circles if you please 

so here are these wires..

to buy or hire

I've tubes and ropes and cables too

I'll fish in my pond and pull out a pipe or two

so what do you need? 

a shimmering regret? A snake white coil to power your tablet?

whatever you need, I'll supply.