Transcendental Sonnet #396:
Offline Blues

All right so I am offline no Internet
This shouldn't be a crisis for me and yet
I miss the electronic intimacy
The cyber-connected immediacy
Of posting my sonnets and having them read
In real time but now my computer is dead

How I would like to be able to complain
About my annoying IM once again!

Ali I implore you employ all your art
To kill the cruel worm which has kept me apart
From everyone I know and love and talk to
If this keeps up no doubt I'll end up cuckoo

A poet without a computer I am
I never imagined that I would miss spam

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+Steven Curtis Lance

from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIV

(I was offline for a week, and was really missing my computer, and this website, during that time. I just got back today, sadder, poorer, wiser.)

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Dear Steven,
I know what you mean....
I always feel so LOST without my computor....

Good Sonnet.

Love you
Silke

A WEEK with no computer...no intrernet...AAAAAAAH!! How did you make it? I would go crazy I assure you(crazier)!

Wonderful sonnet and I am so glad to see you back posting here!

Love,
Dara