She types her life away,
giddy as she lives in,
the click of the keyboard.
There they listen,
there they love her,
red, green, blue,
fonts on parade,
singing her praise.
LOL. LOL. LOL.
She clings to them,
all day,
checks the email,
hits the chatroom,
doesn’t leave.
It’s her bottle, her drug,
the life in her blood,
the delusion that keeps her moving.
And the finest,
sort of make-believe.
Here she finds,
her lovers, her poets, her lunatics,
who she’ll never see,
lost in a sea of,
LOL, LOL, LOL.
Living On Laughter.
Leading On Lovers.
Living Or Losing,
Life On-Line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem