IPod

black and shiny, and scratched all over
black with a silver lining
sleek and still
yet neverending
small and black, meaningless so
my life it holds, in its body so small
this black creature to behold
menu, pause, skip back and forth
my life in my palm, so black and small
with wires coming out, and music on in
this is my little black book
this is where i begin
with a colour display
and images still
my life in a black machine

this is my will

you can listen and watch
this life from end to start
you can read me from this black device

my life so small
it fits in my palm
my life so meaningless
i can put it in a machine