This laptop maketh Poem by Irene Cunningham

This laptop maketh
me lie down to worship at
sofa-net-dot-com

a hermit crab, snagged
in a web of rapture; click
the link to read more.

Sedentary, I
suck electric milk – hot teats
simulate motion

internet scrabble
taxes my brain, interrupts
vegetative state

enthusiasm
hangs me out to dry, waiting
for answers – come on!

Facebook and Bebo
Twitter my lazy status
Yahoo is Yuhu

Irene receiving
awaiting new conversation –
anybody there?

It’s lonely out here
in cyber-wasteland, checking
missing forum friends.

An outside world peers
at my flashing screen, the sun
bursts its August banks

I fondle my mouse
and dusty keys accuse me
of misadventure.

My finger-tip voice
zaps words into the ether
I am free, wireless

a new-age spinster
comfortable, settling down
stretching horizons.

(Published in Poetry Scotland 2010)