By Angel
Date: 3 December 1998

Net Feast

Tingling  keys  to  fingertips
eyes  glued  to  screen
I  hear  the  words  spoken
not  in  silence,  but  resonantely
for each  word  comes  to  life
as  it  prances  across  the  screen
to  echo  my  own  and  taunt  me  wickedly

Tastey  words  of  hungry  souls
shouting  amorously  to  one  another
locked  behind  a  screen

In  this  way,  we  are  fed
and  do  eat  heartily
...feasting  on  the  blended  fare
as  if  starvation  sings

                       Angel