and then there were machines that thought for us.
procrastination was written then – our future technology
made us lonely and sad – wondering why others
dont like my poetry, my face book, my tumblr,
my word press – i undress and in reality
my bare naked frailty has girls clamoring at me.
but not for my mind; i unwind
dying to know you personally
as someone tangible not just reading my lines.
oh – female poet, female fan – i wish as you hit like –
it would be like a date – one held hand in hand.
were id hold and kiss you, –
instead of you deciphering my words,
trying to understand…
that i want you…