PSEUDO!

 

HE CAME AGAIN TODAY

He came again today.

Lingered opposite my window, segmented and framed Piet Mondrian-wise by the grid of panes.

Eyes flick from his handheld gadget up and down my street, swinging right through me like a feather-light axe.

Looking for someone?

Pacing the pavement, holding his scrolling screen like a dowsing rod.

The wifi hotspot sizzles round him, riffling the interwebs in and out of his shadow.

Secure connection.

His fingertips, sensitive as some sightless masseur, skitter through cogs for settings, email, like, share, tweet, read more, meme.

Then he's gone again.

Till next time.

I will glimpse him, breaking his stride to gather the googleable, the encrypted out of ether.

Wondering if he sees me seeing him.

AUTOINCORRECT

My cell spells

he as if

as if

he wasn't sure

Spells uncomfy vocoder

found I'd tap typed wrong

distracted

Switch to manual imput

Don't troll lol 

Cos Twitter's down

My cell spells

me of

of me a fumbling pixel of unspeak

muttered autocorrect 

My cell doesn't even know my name

me me

I thought I was

meme

gone viral

till the screen went blank