The Funny Pages

Late at night
I blog until my insomnia
Ebbs and flows
Like the soft waves
Of the river hitting shore
On a breezy, cool spring day.
When I’m done with my space
I look for others, friends,
I guess they’re called,
And comment on their blogs.

Commenting with cynical bullets
And blogging with clobbering
Fingers isn’t an insomniac’s
Means of falling asleep.
- I look for humorous little
Snippets to write, cute
Sayings about nothing and
No one. Later, some early a.m.
Caffeine freak of an animal
Will rage over my comments
With a machine gun of rhetoric,
Hatred and free speech.

Blogging is a soggy way
Of falling asleep – it’s saturated
With connotation and livid half truth.
Denotation has no place in such opinion.

I’m just a partially literate computer
Geek, a B-Boomer with a butterknife
To grind. See how cute and refined I am?
- So much for the funny pages
These days we write the funny pages.

-- Samuel Vargo