Virtual Friendship

 

Haven't gotten it yet

Haven't figured it out

That I be in heaven

And walking around

I'd rather be dead

And under the ground

That was easier to understand

Than to be disembodied

And part of a band

Of virtual people

In this limbo land

Where you can't share a drink

Or shake a friend's hand

 

If I'd met you when I was alive

We'd have had a few drinks

In some pleasant dive,

And I'd a' taken you home,

And played you some jazz

You'd a' seen my room

With its countless books

And the view from the window

And the potted plants

And the photos

And paintings

And sketches too

The smell of sandalwood probably

The round table where we eat

And you'd a pissed in the loo.

 

Disembodied, I hadn't a chance

In the night

Went visiting your sight

Through the back pages

Of your poetic contributions.

Found your heart

And stumbled cross your brain

Couldn't find your kidneys

Or a sign if you were insane

 

But you're a poet, man

And I wish I were alive

To celebrate discovering you

To hear your voice in my ear

To see the depth in your eyes

To share the same space

To breathe the same air

To eat some food together

While we bare our souls

In the stratosphere.

 

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