i've been texting people for a connection.
our bodies search for vibrations,
short and electric but its an elaborate show.
who are these folks behind the curtains?
and through these notes, i am certain.
i cant write anything of substance.
i keep seeing your name and i try to change it
into something insignificant.
but that which we call a rose,
right?
i keep trying to escape it
but my handwriting is no legible font.
no respectable medium to my professor.
i cant keep in between the margins
how would they know the amount?
did i plagiarize the way i wrote
"I miss you." ?
so, we type.
remove the writer. its about the content.
did i cite your absence right?
is this journalism, biography or *******?
it must not true, ****.
but my fingertips reach
short distances on the keys
of my devices
and we type.
hashtag notice us, hashtag test us back,
are we connected yet?

My ancient cell phone died.
Had to replace it with a smart-phone.
Samsung Galaxy. No Choice.

Smart-phone my ***;
nothing but a hassle
since I got it.

Phones should
make phone calls.

I don't want the weather
in Ukraine.

I don't want people
texting me.

(What the hell is texting?
***, LOL. IMHO.)

Don't want to play games
or listen to music.

Sure as hell don't want
to watch movies.

What kind of *****
watches movies on a phone?

Ned Ludd where are you?

Call me if your phone works.

We need to make some plans.
   ~mce

I crawl into bed
And get under the lonely covers
My pillow cushions my head
These sheets have never known lovers

Yet I feel you next to me
For although I'm all alone,
Your smile speaks to me
As we Skype through the phone

We give up hours of sleep
As we talk into the night
I haven't counted sheep in awhile
And that's quite alright

We start to drift into our dreams  
But there's one last thing to do
We look at each other in our screens
Then I put to my phone to my lips and kiss you

Were so far apart
But these pixilated kisses ease the pain
I go to sleep with a happy heart
And thoughts of you fill my brain.

Notice notice notice notice
Notice the wind in the tress and the wind in his voice
Put your phone in your pocket for a moment and see the snow, rejoice
But go back to your pocket when you feel the buzz, there is a new moment of your life, a sight of a million reflected lights is just as real as one

everyone on phones
it really does make me cringe
but I do it too

Dial my number to say hello
So I know you're stil thinking about me
I don't say this enough
I appreciate it
Those three words should go down in history
Take that other words
Dial my number tomorrow

When calls come in the middle of the night
I should know by now to expect them to be
Either ****** invitations
Or suicide threats.