this is a not poem
not very practical or profound
just more of an
observance on love , nowadays

how we get online to
search for a mate and don't
ever meet or
say hello , but maybe on a telephone

and get swept into love right away
with no sense for touch
or how they
may squeeze the toothpaste

when the new internet love
asks if you like her
or him , you go around blocking
the last one you flirted with

cleaning tracks, of your internet pecker
drops from the wetness between
your legs, then
realize again, this new thing is just

the same, all the miles separate you,
just like the door does
from real touch