Social Networking And A Notepad Poem by Artchil Daug

The cursor on the screen remained
trapped in supreme whiteness

unable to move itself despite
the huge space of the 1080p monitor

that projects the sentiment
of a billion people on earth searching

for a semblance of purpose
domesticated by the huge spider

with its electronic legs buffering
in your head the heavy loaded spinach

caught in the web of technological
ropes that bind man to medieval schools

tied to the wired typewriter and
the inorganic mouse beneath the knowing

fingers that sought the comfort
of the underwater graveyard in my closet.