Love Over the Air

LOVE OVER THE AIR They both; met on the net, they seemed, so well, matched Her sitting there; in her hair curlers, married, but detached Dressed in her tattered night-gown, cigarette in her mouth Her boobies lacked their elasticity, were now heading south Told her; he had a Mercedes, but; he only had, a pushbike Neither had a video, didn’t know what the other looked like Chatting; he draws his hand, through his none existing hair Claimed to be forty, really he was eighty but; he didn't care His dentures; beside him sitting in a glass, its strange affair They as such filled, each other’s fantasies; love over the air Indiana Shaw “Wasting time, filling in white space” . . .