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Netted Sex
by Chris Sorrenti
One’s easily lost
in these caverns of flesh
a quick click
or two
opening countless doors
If fed intravenously
money no object
one could live there indefinitely
still not see everything
or would they?
Surf for hours
numbed by the beauty
and ugliness
but pull away skin
all that remains
cold circuit boards and wires
Only so many ways
to finger a mouse
though certain webmasters will argue
not all mice look the same
© 1999
Revised © 2017
1,060 hits as of May 2026
02/01/2017 Posted on 02/01/2017
Copyright © 2026 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/01/17 at 03:28 PM I like everything about this poem,Chris. The feel, the look, the way it just so happens to be speaking in tongues, the all of which I comprehend to a tee. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/01/17 at 10:43 PM Very to the point and well said. Nice write. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 02/02/17 at 07:29 PM a quick click or two opens countless pop-up windows ;) |
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