Chat Rooms Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

CHAT ROOMS
Chat rooms thrive on boredom which
seeks requite, unquiet minds
restless search, at level ditch,
diction trite. Who message finds
expressive, apt, responsive, rich,
receptive, which their dreams combines?

Communication few can stitch,
invent new mind-sets, senseless blinds
look behind, ease inner itch,
where the thread as it unwinds
weaves beyond banal and kitsch
with taste and tact, not tacky lines.

Amoral, some play practiced pitch,
others favour double binds.
Limited, most prose reminds
us life is mirage, life’s a bitch



4 April 2003
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Poem Chat Rooms © Jonathan Robin