Wallpaper
Posted On May 29, 2019
(1997)
She dances across my mind’s screen like a
jerky animation running at fifteen
frames a second, all the right curves and
creases in all the right places taunting
me like a 2D picture rotating
in 3 Space the lighting and the shadows
capturing my attention as surely
and as securely as a pretty woman’s
RL smile – but I sit and rot away
each day in cyberspace, chasing the ghosts
of promises from electronic harlots
flashing their all on a stage in Amsterdam
blowing a deeper hole in my ‘Big Pond’
deficit even as I flog myself
to sleep and dream electronic fantasies
woven around conversations with
some other-sex webfriends – Real Audio,
Streaming Video – continuous replay
until exhausted, unconscious, spent.