Cyber-haiku

by Doc Cuddy

A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.

Boom, bam. Spring thunder.
Peach petals fall. Zzrch, qtpzh.
Hard disk grinds to halt.

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.

Curse not the dark screen.
Even in pain the sage buys
more Microsoft stock.

Do not seek answers
From tech support. Learn rather
To read sheep entrails.

Eternity is
But an instant for him who
Watches Windows re-boot.

First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.

Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be re-typed.

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

Of all the words of
Mouth and pen the saddest are
These: ctrl-alt-del again.

Poems are made by
Fools like me. Only Bill Gates
Can create XP.

Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.

Search not for the truth.
True happiness is finding
Forgotten back-up.

Serious error.
All short-cuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao until
You add fresh toner.

The website you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.

Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.

Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.

You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.