On a lost USB Drive

I wrote a poem yesterday on a piece of Coscto's catalog when I couldn't find my USB drive amidst all the trash in our living room:

How much of our lives do we put in storage?
Piles of things
Material
Digital
Virtual
Stocked into
heaping columns and
entropic masses
Clutter

and the frantic and
frenetic search that ensues
for Lost Things
memories.
intangible documents
and
electronic pictures
we think we're making for meaning
when really
it's all just an expanse
of glorified
waste

~~

okay, not the best example of creative writing (haven't done that in a while). but it was nice to get my frustrations out.