Transcendental Sonnet #1375:
Saturday Silence

Writing as though he were Mars to her Venus
Old man with a head like that of a penis
Crazy people warring one another
Lonely people boring one another
People living only on the Internet
They are dead we see but are not buried yet

Pardon me please as I search for poetry
Is it that they cannot write or is it me?
They seem too busy waging civil war
To do what I thought they all went there for

Saturday silence no lover and no wife
My three children living full lives all their own
Turn off the computer and I am alone
With poetry in the best days of my life

+Steven Curtis Lance



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This is most definitely NOT about our BrainMeta forum; it IS about a specific website, but I'd better not say which one.

New Moon ecstasies to all this night.

Love,

+Stevie