Personals

Websites for hunting and fishing

for lovers, for love

faces, images brought forward

self projections, protections,

multiple exposures

Who, what are you really

behind the shimmering

mirage of distance

Silicone valley of love

lies just further than here

Monsters can be blocked

profiles pulled for invisibility

but you have to show

yours to see theirs

available for everyone

to view, imagine, compare, capture, save

In order to be introduced, seen, picked, loved

a virtual promenade – alone and out of context

no proud mother walking by your side

helping you pick, unabashedly telling of your excellencies

allowing you to prance proudly or humbly

in the dress that smells of cotton that has hung on the line

sweet breeze wrapped round you

displaying a hint of your true nature

No, now it means settling for two dimensions

and a lot of imagination

a conversation begins

lots of reading between the lines

without the reptilian wisdom

of reading body language, eye contact,

without checking the chemistry

without the mystery of divine intervention

We tell ourselves we’re free

to make more conscious choices

intellect over sex appeal

What kind of love comes

of the small minded self-will

that would feed someone

all of your best lines

all of your needs and vulnerabilities

so they can exquisitely tell you

what you have needed to hear

all of your life

words to fill the vacuum

of your soul

fill the deep abyss

of a heart with cracks

where love leaks out like a sieve

and beneath it lies

an ocean desert mountain

of longing, longing, longing

even while you are telling them

that you’re cool and have a great full life

and don’t really need anyone

The love void, soul hunger

only really filled by loving

self and others when trying to get by

during the inevitable lapses

of forgetfulness that we are always embedded

inseparable from Divine love.

Cyberwords important yes

but like drugs – no replacement for real life

or the love of family, friends,

fools and mysterious strangers

on line hunting and fishing

hoping to get caught hook line and sinker

netted by a great love

as each hopeful soul leers out

like cruising an adoption registry

from an animal rescue

yes there’s a few bad habits

but ultimately still loveable...

lonely late night hours spent

nauseated by the lecherous dirt bags

or titillated by the peacock like display

of all those great catches, trophy lovers

and wondering which of these am I...

For fifty-nine dollars for three months

Hope flickers and disappointment looms

in the potential for delivery by the great universe

from beyond the little circle that I live in

of that next great love

that isn’t meant to be this way.

9/19/2010