Broken Links

in a dark parking lot
under a fluorescent lamp
he is diety

an expert of the web
speaking many obscure languages
so he tells me

and why should i doubt
such a curved smile
and blue jeans that seem
delectable?

i want to know the texture
of his denim
down to the bone
of his ankle

but he tells me
"as i traverse your site
i find broken links"

so i ask forgiveness
for the bad code i cannot change
just yet

but he'd rather look
at his watch tonight

Written 1/16/2002

I wrote that poem awhile ago, in the middle of much angst and loss.

I was reminded of this entry as I was putting together a site tonight. Sometimes, the outside can look so good, but the internal structure can be devastatingly horrible.

Posted by ruth at January 28, 2003 01:14 AM