19/03/2016

#poem #poetry #amwriting #sketchbook ...........

I might make you laugh, or orgasm, or crybut connect?

What does that even, literally, actually, mean?

I can connect with strangers:
by not bumping into them in the street,
by not sitting on their lap on buses,
by not staring into their houses,
in a hundred and one way we can connect
but don't....

Yet in the lingo of the age
to connect
and be connected
is of the highest importance.

Could this be because the individual is dead?