Sitting in his bedroom br that measures twelve by eight br he types life on a plasma screen br of how his life is great br and people read his stories br that conjure up his world br and add to the descriptions br he discloses and unfurls br they say 'He has such wisdom', br 'Wish I was smart like him', br little knowing really br he too wants to be him br another lonely evening br another tale to tell br the mystery of poets br living in a cell.br br Charles M.