The My Pod

Standing tall
like a tree screaming for help
in the terribly lonesome desert.
The greenness of its protection reminds me
of the jungle in my backyard.
The case is the jungle
the iPod is the monkey
swinging around the house
from hand to hand.
Its silence is the call for help.
An endless brain
holding memories,
moments.
Stood on
Dropped
These little things have left
A scratch
lonely and scarred.