
Sometimes I can't watch TV
like now
when a restless nagging
dissatisfaction
gnaws its way into my consciousness
and I stand up
and turn it off
I walk outside into the dark
in my sox
feel the cold night air
on my face
glance up at the stars
then turn
and return, to my office
where I turn on my computer
another screen
with LCD gleam
has won the toss!
But the Net's not working
So I pull out a pen
and write something
then...
it's here
this poem
and you're reading IT!
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