| Somewhere Somewhere tonight your computer screen looks you right in the eye. Somewhere else, right here in my own skin, I'm on this again, and again, and again. Never having seen in person-to-person, we've touched minds, in some way through keyboards & bullshit words, thrown out into cyberspace and realtime to see just what comes back. Well, baby, can I call you Baby? In my sister's naturalized homeland is where you live, if I remember correctly, somewhere within a train ride of her, anyway. I have yet to visit her there, always procrastinating, crying broke, staying closer to home in my quest to kill the past. Now would be a good time, before I can't squeeze out another anger-angst piece, and before you get bored and split. So let me meet you somewhere, and we can eye each other in the age-old way and profess denial, the grand river in Egypt. Maybe we'd better stay out of your neighborhood, and retire to a diner, a smoky Irish pub, or some out-of-the way little place you know of. Talking, laughing--that comes easy. Downing shots or pints, filling in the gaps. Speaking is so much faster than typing. For all I know, which is nothing, you're a slick greasy fat cat mobster w/a pinkie ring, or maybe a fetish fanatic with an axe. You could be a 'nice guy' which would dissappoint me; there's always got to be an element of danger. Getting pinned to the wall, in whatever context, has been playing on the soundtrack upstairs, along with Chad Krogers' rasp & grind, and DJ Micro thumping techno and Travis Meeks' anguished howl. Do you even know what I'm talking about, wherever you are, sitting and staring right NOW? Maybe you're scared, "it's just too wierd." Ah, what am I going to do? You been on my mind, creeping in, I can't say unbidden. PamEhli/2002 |
| Ah, yes, cyber-flirting. To C. |
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| Since 4-11-03 |