The Real by Alexander Miller
Everything is on the Net now.
Don’t have to leave my computer to see people
If I don’t want to.
I’ll play with my parts
Until I shoot off all that’s Real and fluid
And moving. The whiteness, the blankness and banality
I need to get rid of.
That’s entertainment, Real entertainment.
Don’t even need a woman anymore
Clicks away, in high-def, bubble butt and tits.
Tease yourself and feel your heart in your chest,
Watching, not even real.
No, I need the Real.
I need to go out, into the January air
To get slapped in the face for lying,
And make up shortly after,
Pounding away at her pelvis
And her nails digging in my back dimples.
And to travel all that way,
Touching those bars on the train
Where others touched.