I live like there's no tomorrow, because there isn't.
13 Dec 08

Elegy for my iBook G4

cbk:

after Stevie Smith

Mac dead, dead Mac.
I cry at the screen of black.
Had it yet another week,
I would not have cause to freak.
Can I not see the lately dead
and not want to cry in bed?
Can I see my Mac, dead in exams,
and not give a solitary damn?

most sorry.