Running Commentary

A poem from 2017

I take a breath

My left arm rests upon my chest

A finger and thumb holding my chin

I see the white screen

The letters on the virtual keyboard, autocorrected

Press the green enter arrow

I notice the keyboard accepts autocorrected as a word

But the documents app rebels

Underlining it in red

And wanting to write teeheehee instead of rebel

Automatic suggestions of the current word typed

Three alternatives, or maybe just one

The next line consists of alternative words to this line

Three nextdoor lounge considered odd alternate woods today thus lube

Teeheehee!

And in the meantime my left hand moved unbidden to my forehead

The TV spews a stupid drama my wife likes

I'm in the room but it's just sounds

As l stare at the screen as I type my eyesight becomes a little blurry

I pause to stretch my fingers

And rotate my aching wrist

And I wonder, dear future reader, are you still with me?

Are you getting this?

I scratch the occasional itch

And decide to bring this running commentary of a so-called poem to an end

Subject to a further personal spell and grammar check