Having a separate site for the purpose, I no longer bore you, dear readers, by posting poems, other than the home made variety here, but I will indulge myself and make an exception of this one. If anyone finds it O.T.T., offensive, exaggerated, unrealistic, even indecent, you're welcome to complain. Welcome to look away now, too, of course.
Angelica and Bob On Line
by David Hart
Angelica has crept out of bed and left early before getting on line.
She has missed the clip-art of a heart in the e-mail from Bob.
When Bob wakes with her gone it is from a dream of a woman
smashing through barbed wire towards the blue horizon.
Angelica in town swerves off into Uranus Precinct
and sees herself on video in the window of Dixon's.
Back at the home screen Bob frets and cries, God only knows!,
and for a moment this seems to be the breakthrough
he's been mousing his way through the fine folds of fields for.
The Evening Echo's early edition is devoting half its front page
to a young woman covering her face caught on camera leaving
the Clearwater Centre but it isn't her. But this is her,
a photo from that happy summer scanned in on Bob's screen.
Enlarging it with zoom control he examines for intent
the edge of her smile. Elongating it a fraction
everything soon becomes clear. The screen doesn't lie
and he can read her lips. Her eyes, too, were somewhere else.
In her attic suite in the Delphi B & B seventy miles away
a TV news report tells Angelica the flood in the graveyard
where her mother is buried is carrying off bodies.
Back at the home screen Bob clicks open some curtains
and a woman appears with open lips, while on Angelica's screen
there's a chape offering bliss and she move through it
into an aureole of love dust. Bob click's off the woman's clothes
one by one and kisses in excelsis her screen body: Oh, Angelica!
Bob and the screen image groan in harmony towards ecstasy.
Angelica in her room, sipping Cola from the machine,
types BOB in bold caps and says in a whisper, Bob, you bastard!,
then sends out an e-mail to anyone who will listen
asking for pictures of chocolate. On the home screen Bob's search
continues with new vigour into the night's net
punctuated by news from Australia about the cricket.