Mid poem.

It never fails.

I think I might have liked this one.

Know we could have been good friends-

If not the absolute best of them…

But, that was never to be.

What is to be is a computer crash, a power outage, a debilitating disability-

The list goes on and on.

The result the same.

A poem interrupted.

Today, I was mid poem and it was an avocado advert

Presented by Google. Without request from me.

It just appeared and I remember nothing-

Except a line about deadlines, a double entender, if there ever was one.

This was gonna be a good one.

I can feel it in my bones.

But, alas it has gone the way of others before it, now long living in the past…

A poem interrupted.

And I am left thinking or more aptly, my brain screaming

At an avocado on my screen-

What the hell.