On Bicycles, On Cell Phones

cellular noise,
thinner girls, chubbier boys,
bicycles passing without a choice,
nothing but noise.

cellular hiss,
the sun today is so intense,
reading lips on the line, long distance,
nothing but hiss.

transistor/ feeder,
i'm flipping you off,
under the bleachers, nursing the scotch,
nothing but noise.
nothing but hiss.

cellular words
go down like draino, go up like birds,
professors still lecture like shields and swords,
nothing but words.

cellular trust
puts on her backpack, gets on the bus,
bicycles passing because they must,
nothing but dust.
to dust.

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Sep 16, 2012