My i-Pod exploded into flames.
My i-Pod
took root, flowered,
filled the night air with scent so tantalizing.
My i-Pod
cyborged me
trawled my
dreams with
an electronic net
(after
brief flurry of
resistance
then reeled me in).
There is
only so much one.
might do
not
to go with the flow
when we are
just so many
i-Peas
in an
i-Pod.