Open Mic Night

Oh, sweet science, I can't help myself. There is absolutely nothing I won't do to not write my novel at this point. Here's the first poem I've written in a while:

Dirge of the stagnant wordcount

Oh my word count meter. How you mock me so…

Steely eyed glare of computerized hate.
Ones and zeros twitch behind eyes
Devoid of human remorse and life.
Zeros now more oft than not.
How I long to fill you up until the green
Life. And love and health and trees that grow
Can be inside of you. Instead of the cold
Crackling, rustling, ripping of electricity.
Sing to me once more of the body (of work)
Electric.