23rd January 2014

Sonnet 77

My little tablet case, so sweet to wear

It like a handbag and a shame to waste

Time (plus scratched tablet damage I can't bear):

Frequent self-homage with a latte taste.

This camera shoots my  non-stop selfie show:

I, me, as  instant constant memory,

The "She" reflected all you get to know,

Immortals smiling for eternity.

Who's not worth searching I can't contain,

But whose profile's worth time taken to find?

"Those (friend groups) nursed, delivered from thy brain"!

No rationale can cloak the luddite mind.

The longer the deeper in it I look,

The more like stone it feels, the less like book.