I found myself!

Perennial pundit came by
the other day,
and probed…
with his eagle-eyed
vacant stare.

With his short
attention span
for all things
insipid,
I wondered if
he was really there?

But it’s when
he began
to spill
a few gems
on blogging,
I was
all ears.

Though what he declared,
in his characteristic
stance – rude;
that ‘a blogger’
aren’t my comrade
or I be,
tweaked my curiosity.

Now, rather
than take offence,
I decided to
build my defence…
but found
to my dismay,
that he was
right all along.
I wasn’t a
creature of habit
who blogged
compulsively,
everyday.

Instead,
I’d pen
whilst
courting spurs
and wrote in verse,
– a form that few chose
to compose
their daily grind;
and what’s worse
pen cryptic
of what goes on
in my twisted mind…

Neither did I
write prolific
on the economics
of Oligopolies
or the backwards compatibility
of PS2'S
or have the stoned
countenance of
a cerebral.
Nor did I hardsell
my sex life…

Never linking
to blogs that I loved,
I revelled
in the anonymous comments –
– a trail of thought
that snaked through
a labyrinth of theories
and a circle of concepts
– the delicious obscurity
of one night stands…
of never asking
or wanting to know
but remembering
the tenderness
of a strangers hands.

And then it dawned on me
that I was a ‘lurker’…
loitering among
the abstract and
the astute,
voicing an opinion
while still being mute.