I wrote a poem after recently watching the film "Howl."

A beat

The Internet is down and so we are too.

Left with nothing to do

But sit and ponder our lonesome existence.

Our worries surface and our

Thumbs twiddle --

Over and over and over each other they go

Waiting for something new.

Or for you to stop twiddling and turn around,

For you to go upstairs and sit down without your electronics or your bowl of soup.

For you just to sit and ponder your lonely existence because you are alone and you do exist.

I do not ponder for pondering is foolish, even the word sounds like nonsense.

Ponder, ponder, pon-n-n-nder.

Shall we define you? Oh! But we can’t. Our precious Google is hiding. He’s depressed; the search button leading only to an imminent demise and an ultimate, horrific death.

To know the definition, the origin, the syllable count. What’s the point?!

To create sentences, paragraphs, poetry and novels? Oh, please, please do, but not if it pleases you and me and everyone over there and everyone over here, but only if it upsets them and annoys me and hurts you.