Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Pass on, my imperfect

My meaning's gotten
garbled in a simulacrum of language
where d1g1t5 act
as harsh and angular interlopers,
bringing coined conversations
to a clanking halt.

Add to this the strange
ch@r@cter$, who've been irregular-
invited by secret-keepers
to play at masquerade
and waltz through endlessly
interchangeable interludes.

I pass on these words all-the-less
and expect they'll meet
equally imperfect listeners.

The Day 21 NaPoWriMo prompt from ReadWritePoem is perfectly flawed, and my poem is about those pesky Internet passwords I'm constantly inventing with numbers and odd characters acting as my inadequate placeholders.
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