Poetry by Tim Windisch

Disconnected


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Disconnected

That number

is  not in service, hands sweating,
feeling nervous

Too many

days without a sound, sundial keeps spinning round

Dropped

signal, head pound, so lost babe I need to be found

Got my

senses disconnected, too many cracks became infected

How long can

you keep on trying when your call’s rejected

Username and

password do not match, is it just me or am I always in a rough patch

Online

issues mess with my brain, figuring everything out drives me insane

Hit that it’ll

ease your pain, but tomorrow that shit will be back again

Got my

senses disconnected, one too many time being auto corrected

It’s a

wonder I’m still kickin’ after all that I’ve been subjected

To put it

plainly it’s time to go, we’ve got to get together and start the show

Print the

posters, spread the word, given our state that seems absurd

Time is

coming today friends rest assured, baby to come home friends have you heard

Got our

senses reconnected, every obstacle has been deflected

The near

empty feel-good meter is about to get re-injected

From feeling

disconnected, to marveling at what we’ve erected

We’ve years

to explore life and then share with you all we’ve collected

Stay tuned

Tim Windisch

10/07/2023

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