Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blog Post

I
Among twenty random comments,

The only moving one

Was the first by the blogger.

II

I was of three minds,

Like a post

In which there are three typos.

III

The blog queue whirled in the crackling winds.

It was a small part of the power line.

IV

An essayist and a blogger

Are one.

An essayist, a blogger, and a journalist

Are one.

V

I do not know which to prefer,

The beauty of smart aleck remarks

Or the beauty of innuendoes,

The blogger raving

Or just after.

VI

Sharp words filled the long comments

Like barbaric glass.

The shadow of the blog post

Crossed it, to and fro.

The mood

Traced in the typeface

An unintelligible cause.

VII

O thin men of Blah-Blah

Why do you imagine golden words?

Do you not see how the blog posts

Wind around the necks

Of the writers before you?

VIII

I know noble accents

And flaccid, indecipherable rhythms;

But I know, too,

That the blog post is involved

In what I know.

IX

When the blog post flew out of sight,

It marked the edge

Of one of many listservs.

X

At the sight of blog posts

Vying in a green fight,

Even jaws filled with jujubes

Would cry out sharply.

XI

He texted over Connecticut

On a small phone.

Once, a fear pierced him,

In that he mistook

The shadow of his GPS

For blogposts.

XII

The river is moving.

The blogpost must be flying.

XIII

It was evening all afternoon.

The monitor was glowing

And it was going to glow.

The blog post sat

Near my weary-limbs.


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