The Intimate Relationship Between the Internet and History Book

Sitting quietly indoors while the harsh wind blows away outdoors,
I type type type away on the computer,
on the internet,
indoors.

How I wish the weather was sweet and silent
enough to venture
outdoors.

But instead, the harsh wind blows away
outdoors.

So I type type type away
indoors
on blogger.com
about history.

I am now blogging a sonnet
on blogger.com
about history,
and my poem sucks.

My creativity is sucked from the mind
from the brain
from the soul.

It is sucked away
and trapped
into a tiny glass box.

My imagination
crammed into a
tiny glass box
wanting to escape
but every little
nook and cranny
is stuffed
with embossed toilet paper.