Ah Typewriter, weary of hand

And counting the striking of key.

Waiver under unmeasrued demand

and the document's journey to be.


The fool writer genuflects with ire

and the new ribbon quickly broke in

and papers turned in on the wire

when my Typewriter is set to begin.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

previously published in Poetry Ink 2009, a chapbook released by Moonstone Arts Center in Philadelphia.

Youtube video from 2009 of me reading the poem:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAcQYWo_uCI&feature=share&fbclid=IwAR1UTNpNzL-ryylUtlt9h1GBPPYmdTwreqK_J7CI15v77pgNz5O9tWof6Oc

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and I go waaaaaay back. RC Allen oooooh and IBM Selectric Ahhhh. Low tech sticks to the paper, use red ink when black is done, the good ol days. I don't remember quills, but ink well holes used to be in our desks in elementary school (to refill fountain pens?) Hmmmm  :D

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and then word processors for

and then word processors for awhile--the old Smith Corona