The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for March 2010
in the cellar
swept
with
the
cobwebs
and
installation
rubble
and
electrons
in their
tangle of
sources
where
are
the lost packets
killed by
a fault in
the
orange
pair?
are
they missed
at
the receiving end
or is it
all
[in
life
like
so
many
things]
"best
effort"
and
forget it
[the
blank
filled
in
with a
1
or a
zero
no
matter]
retry