Cozy Corners Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

She is the surrogate wound of life
Hidden in my mind a futile mirror
The voyeur years have come
Vicarious living
Sharing the matrix
Loving the same sold images
Unity in each others digital heart

Pain is a kind of awakening
The numb pain of the system
What is information and replacement?
Fine line between the machine and self
The glorious group is wining
Symbiotic waves of Brave New World
The bliss of displacement

I meet you in the psyche ward
All the right words, drugs and yoga
We bond like two cogs of pixels
Met on the Internet
Now we are having orgasms
I can’t wait for her next text
Cozy Corners instead of heaven