among the pines
high above a clearing
ex the cell phone
ex the net. ex
communications
we turn the tin pan
blue on a burner
blue the water
boil we
to the birdsongs
listen
french press and dress
the dawn. just like those
who came before
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Tag Archives: cell
rotary phone
like some sweet casino game
they drilled holes in a disk
attached to your face
buxom and heavy
enough i could defend my life
by you. crack some bastard
in the skull. curled
umbilical cord wrapped around
the body. receiver gripped cold
dial zero for an operator
will talk you down
until help arrives
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lost to devices
cell phone city. 2019
eyes glossy and
zoned
smile like an upside
down sunset
we could not reach you
were lost to
devices
 |
one cell
one cell says
to another
walk your human
over here
please
i can use a charge
the lucky ones have no phones
the lucky ones
our technology was killing us a little bit each day, and the lucky ones had no phones. i saw a lone wolf pay phone in the city outside a restaurant by a busy intersection. remember how we used to get on then off these phones? you dropped a quarter in and set the world aside for a few minutes. when you hung the receiver up there was a chime, the change fell and you could scoop it out with one finger into your palm. look up and the world was right there for you, confrontation, and you wanted to face everything. you were in it! we didn’t know any different back then. we were the lucky ones. i wanna be lucky like that again. i’m gonna keep this crap phone and this crap service as long as i possibly can, until i’m so sick of it i won’t ever pick it up unless you need me.
making love. to a cell
everybodys in another galaxy
these days
touchtone crazy
going mobile
making love to their
cells
Oddity #2
A coil of snake
A timing belt
A wristwatch laptop
A retrograde mercury
An antidote suspension
A spinning rim
A whirling dervish
A soy latté
A golden parachute
A pandemic
A pantheist
A bad hair day
An oil slick
An egg
The year 2121
The days of laptops and tablets and cell phones subsided into a sea of fourth world residuals 3d printed out in the dark of light and night of day, via second hand servers globally attuned to pipeline transmissions.
Beneath it all was a bitcoin traffic jam the size of Luxembourg.
The royal family of Amazon decried the undercutting of their undercut. In senseless haste, they waged war on Penguin, which beat a retreat on a mechanical bird straight to Mars.
Cause despite all of modern devolution, everyone reluctantly confessed to their anonymous divinities… in this year of our (insert divinity preference here) 2120, penguins still cannot fly.
ima girl
my cellular
makeup
is
cell phone and
makeup i guess
ima girl
4
the
world
Cellular makeup
I saw a vision
When i die
my cells like
sparks will
outward
fly
will all
at once
expel
the earthen
body mundane
send me
on my
way
a fire in the belly
of the sky
you may someday
remember
me
selfless
cellular
heat seeking
makeup
burning in
your heart
