Blackberry Flash

Lightning in the other room,
The opening of a secret tomb,
A sepulcher of doom and gloom,
The half moon slowly rising.

Walking toward the pulsating flash,
Expecting to be turned to ash,
As another impending stock market crash,
Is reported on the webnews.

Enshrouded in a paper towel,
As the dogs outside begin to howl,
And the refrigerator begins to growl,
At the black hole of human nature.

Stumbling in the middle of night,
Turning on the bathroom light,
To quench the thirst of the Blackberry’s plight,
That’s too busy to forget things.

Out in the small Magellanic Cloud,
A pulsar flashes its message avowed,
To the silence of the gathering crowd,
And the Blackberry tries to make contact.

Working constantly without a rest,
The Blackberry runs a silent test,
To ensure it’s safe within its nest,
With its on-off switch disabled.

Somewhere in another land,
A Blackberry sits on a night stand,
Repulsed by the touch of the human hand,
That picks it up to answer.