t.v dinners


By hoalarg1
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Our fingers flick across shining screens
like front line soldiers
bent over and jerky
tip-tapping a forgotten password
into blank spaces
Your t.v dinner cooling
mine colder still
we're busy, so busy
while the background newsreader
provides a noise for us to
hide in
I glimpse you
deadened by Facebook 'likes'
and I remember how your android once
made us one
my mood a reflection of your sms kisses
before bedtime
There remains,
through this distorted line,
everything to say
but for these mute lips
as our faces glow
in this dying light
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Reading through your poems, I
Reading through your poems, I get a sense of melancholy - or is it just me? Anyway, for what it's worth I do like the connection, then disconnection here, as expressed through technology - which is how we tend to communicate these days, either in front of, or from behind screens.
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