The Intimate Relationship Between the Internet and History Book
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.