Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter

"Iliad III"
 

  C-:

the renter
 

...his spreadsheet's future was taking on shape,
here a chart, there a chart, maņana a trace
the present slipped past, now it was too late.

The Wizards with great magic were crunching
numbers, bits alligned, placed and sorted.

Proudly he celebrated the launching
a worksheetbook in hidden files hoarded.
Interrupted by a ring. The landlord
demanding on the phone "I need the rent!"

Further plans he had, he had to abort.
He better dropped-off the check to his friend.

A gentle touch, a soft stroke and "See you
soon!" He said good bye to his loved one,
her, his computer. He knew that she knew.
(A sonnet for the landlord)

 
  O-:  
 
  ...?Choices...