AFK

I remember how you looked on Skype
& the degree to which I wanted you
But now we're standing face to face
& it just doesn't feel the same
It's pretty odd
The magic's not there in real life
You're not to blame
You're not the same
Away from the keyboard
Away from "QWERTYUIOP" you look odd
A little bit unreal
I raise the selfie-stick & take a photo on the phone
As if to see ourselves framed in that familiar rectangle
Could make it all all right
You're not to blame
You're not the same
Away from the keyboard
In the good old days, I would play such games with you
Like photoshopping semen all across your face on JPGs
But now in bed, I'm obliged to make the stuff myself
No copy-paste to place it on your face
You're not to blame
You're not the same
Away from the keyboard
Theodor Adorno declared that in the end the soul itself
Is nothing more than our desire to have a soul
& so desire in our world of digital affairs
Is nothing more than desire for desire
You're not to blame
You're not the same
Away from the keyboard
I'm going back to the airport
Don't try to stop me
This affair has not turned out as I imagined it was going to be
& when I'm home I would hope
That we could start again safely in our real lives
You're not to blame
You're not the same
Away from the keyboard