Poem: The Lizard on the Wall

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The lizard on the wall
tongues the white switches,
tastes the black plug,
slurps the shadow wire
all the way to my screen.

Tail curling, eyes bulgy,
feet like autumn trees;
he waits beneath the CPU now.
You suddenly make me miss
the dinosaurs from my childhood shows!

It’s a lonely night, yet you seem so sure.
My fingers rest on the keyboard, watching you.
Do we really know what we are loo(ic)king for?

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