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.