weather report

seated under gray sky
amidst disney channel conversation
group of young boys
take the time to
wonder if it's going to rain,

          60% comes the verdict
          from the obvious leader
          of the team,

it's the iphone 6

and
they don't wanna take the chance
of that other 40 or the chance
they'll get wet,

so they head back to class,
before the rain that never comes
comes,
       
          content.

Please More Glue

outside
the world is hacking
at itself pulling at
whatever strings keep
the cars running alright
on the tracked roads on
tracked lives under that
crisp American sky
that might not be blue gad dammit
but it's beautiful I can
guarantee you that and
gleaming unlike the iphone
mirrors that warp it
and distort it with each new app
crossing the t's that trap us
within the nothingness of
3rd dimensional thought
because it's how we see everything
now through the reflection of screen
that isn't covered by sliding
fingers and downcast eyes,
remember what the clouds looked
like children, or dreams?
they're each just as fleeting
they're each being lost.

Ebe

where would the novel be without the cellphone,
     on a used-book bookshelf rotting smelling old
instead of on a scrolling screen on a toilet in the recycling bin (icon)
     meaningless feces thrown out 1910 windows over
hobos wandering over sewage 9 (no indoor piping),
     when asked could recite Whitman/Dickenson/Melville
especially Melville, instead of [delete] kbs/space [dld] Ke$ha [play]
     evaporate. persuasion. spectacless-spectacle. End.

I want a free thought society!

I'm fractured
conscious
b e l i e f
fai-
th looking
stone cold mudless ground
for a pen to write this-
down sucking on the tip like
bummin' cigarettes hobo heaven
butt left smoking pavement,
cause no one carries pens
anymore
to drop, just
massaging head fucked
handheld (un)think box screens,
can
any
one
understand Rihanna
has any(no)thing to say
at all
or the inch wide light
that you squeeze your brain into
so you can't aren't able to process
shit
while the trains rolling you home
2 blackberries deep and
God (free thought society, how grand!
what things they have to say) please
stop me from noticing--
How empty I am under this paradise(?)
with angry birds and portable guided Bust-A-Move
concrete arches pretty HD eye caress
where you bury your head
to
die claustrophobic
almost completing a thought
outside computer intestines
that can't be categorized
by ipod app lovely iphone android fantasy
hectic godless freedom
(progress)

October 1, 2009; 10:10pm

An iphone in motion,
an omen,
a sigh,
a southern twang 
and sorrow
and anger,
a locked unlockable,
try

      to think, undreamed
of something, anything
to do
to see,

              to be uncertain, a credulous 
whisper of certain terms,
a capricious mistake,
of technology
of technology
repeat(3 times)repeat,

And there must-

o she's sad, and 
her sweet voice-
(atmosphere)

distorted by the future
and screens obsequious,
begging(lying) for human touch-

(covert) 
lascivious!

and they tempt,
                       tempt us
give and take us-

leaving us 
with
(impalpable) 
permanance.