Digital poet typing
these webbed word’s
onto the vastness
of the internet.

Aw yes still I write,
though my pages
no longer just white.

These word’s that I write,
with every eye
and every mind
I share mine.

A desktop poet,
a digital mind grew.

Documenting on internet poetry,
I knew once in my life,
though young my mind knew, this internet would screw though like a spider its web vibrating and expanding,
I became a desktop poet.