Technology, a way to talk, with Skype
and email, Instant Message, every type
of faster, better wings of words, sometimes
breaks down. Frustration at these techno-crimes

then marches on me wearing heavy boots.
So I, deprived of all their techno-fruits,
request of “Help” and “Tools” and “FAQ”
a boost to reinstate my previous view.

No luck. I’m at computer’s mercy, must
wait long until its brain shakes off the dust.
When I think I’ve arrived at mastery,
it gives me nothing but the third degree.