I’m writing here <br />business-dressed <br /> clicking on a plastic keyboard <br /> emotionless face <br /> <br />Writing poetry has become a hollow act <br /> buried in binary information <br /> full of 0’s and 1’s <br />I no longer pen-scratch <br /> bad lines <br />-I click “delete, ” they’re gone <br /> No trace of them <br /> of process <br /> the aches, the could-have been lines <br /> <br />But I want feverishly <br />to smash this screen <br /> To reach w/ my hands to you <br /> past your wires & chips <br /> where you hide <br /> beyond your 0’s and 1’s <br />and grab <br />Your Skin! <br /> to feel the evaporating heat from your writing <br /> after your fingers lift <br />the smudge of the passing hand <br /> that kisses the page with dampness as it leaves <br /> <br />Chat room virtual lives <br /> virtual romance <br />We greet strangers online <br /> but walk past neighbors <br /> not knowing who they are <br />Flinging could-have-been friendships <br /> for virtual kisses and make-believe lives <br /> <br />The internet is a Cold Hell <br />I’m not made for the internet <br /> w/ pseudo-relationships and pseudo-sex and pseudo-ppl who’ve lost their lives <br />I’m tempted to scratch your eyes out <br />so you can see me here <br /> not look for me online. <br /> <br />I own no TV out of protest <br />I threw it out yrs ago <br /> Frustrated at the lies <br />If we threw out our TV and internet we’d find <br /> we have so much more time <br /> Thousands of half-hour units <br /> not watching Reality Shows <br />But spent in your arms<br /><br />Alina Gavrila<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/10001110-binary-poem-trying-to-break-free/
