Day 194: Sweat

It's past 9:30, so it's time to write.
I wonder whether Berrigan would rhyme
Each line--presumably, he'd do it right
The first time. Everything occurs on time.
Regina Spektor is remarkable
On YouTube, chatrooms give it up--g'bye,
G'bye, g-bye--and links prolong their pull
In tabs along the top.  Just two and I'll
Have double failures marking up the list:
The Internet can't lie on weekends, not
When clicks are Google-cached; we get the gist
But not the message, not the words.  It's hot
In Babylon tonight, and sweat is dense
From blazes, seldom making any sense.