out of the box

by e. h. - Libra

you know
for all this

tappatappatappatap

i could have
seen you

touched the real you

in fact
it's getting quite
lonely here

all hands
captured in
keystrokes

fingernails scratching
at screen

tappatappatappatap

you in there?

                 *
                    *
                       *
                          *

                give voice to this madness
                   blow off all your reason
                internet paranoia spreading 
                   a growing seed

                       of loneliness
                       of complacency
                       of satisfaction

                   in the ability to just
                     
                     d 
                         i 
                     s 
                         c
                     o
                         n
                     n
                         e
                     c
                         t
                              

        i don't know 
        about you but
      voices soothe more
        than smilies

                      and laughter has never
                      translated well as LOL
                              to me

   i have given you
  my words here
   but you have no
  idea what the real
 page looks like
    the loops of my y's
  the impatient half
 forgotten dots of i's

                  the way i pace and
                          sweat out the
                  things that matter

                                   hoping
                                     to
                                   ignite
                                      a 
                                    spark                  
                                      
        of understanding

                                 it is hard to 
                                continue in one
                                  dimension

                *******************

  solution is?
    you tell me

                       i am
                      you are
                        we

      connected by
         electronic impulse
      and mutual need
                              
                          brought together
                         by the same technology
                  which fucks up my bank accounts
               which allows for the lay offs of individuals
                       who can't work as well or as fast
                        or as smart as a robot
               which allows us to feel connected despite
                 the fact that our hands have never touched
               this technology that breeds a false sense
                              of security 
                             

             i say fuck it
           lets make it pretty
                   
                                pick up the phone
                                 put pen to paper
                                drive cross country
                                 to just say hi
           
     take the concept of
       Match Chat
     and apply it to the 
       person standing
     next to you

                                you obviously
                             have something in 
                                  common to be in
                             the same place
                                 at the
                             same time

like you and me here
but then that has always
been a different story
now hasn't it?
Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2005-12-04 11:35:13
Last updated: 2021-04-14 17:18:17
Poem ID: 71104

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