Despairing of the Internet

I have despaired of the Internet,
Given up hope that it will help me
Out of this cucumber of a life that I live.

I had thought that once I made
Those little poems available to the world
The world would want more, and say:

Please write and tell us of the inside of your world,
Of the creased sequences of nuances which
Curl up and die in your mind as you wake,

Of the rosy-crimson feelings you get when you
Walk in your living room/dining room early in the morning,
Warding off the inevitable arthritic pain,

Of the sleazy and uncoachable fuschia scents
Which only you can cause to rise
Above the sewage treatment plant’s stench.

But, hearing no response,
I have despaired of the Internet.

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James Bolner, Sr.
Baton Rouge, September, 2002