I can only touch you with a device in hand.
I am blissful at the emoji
The words, oh the words mean everything
the pictures are such a cerebral tease
I want to me more than this
the electrical dance
The let down at the 3 minute mark
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
yours truly this weeks techno textual friend.
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume