Once again tonight
I glance at my connector cable
Coiled up like a snake
Ready to strike
It lures me
To a society of like minded
Intellectuals? Loners? Outcasts?
I call them on-line friends.
Like the rubber-hose tourniqette of TV junkies
I slip it on and fasten it tight
Cutting off my circulation with my mundane life.
A few breathless seconds
…alone…
Between this world and the next
Before the info-bubble pops up:
Connected
Soft sigh of relief
I just a need a little bit more…
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