​You’re a ****, you know you are.
You the **** in your tricked out car.
You're the **** in your SUV.
The ******* **** in your MGB.
You at the wheel of your Scania truck.
A *******, boy, you don’t give a ****.
I see you texting as you speed along.
Checking your social or choosing a song.
I’ve a friend who’s now left alone.
By one like you and your ******* phone.
One day you’ll **** or ruin a life.
As someone did his lovely wife.
I pray that day will never come.
So just stop now, don't be so dumb.

at home
head in my cell phone
staring at words
on a white background,
scrolling endlessly.

scroll.
          scroll.
                     scroll.

"just one more --
then ill sleep."
what lies!

i keep staring at
these words
that keep appearing..
love
       people
                  quiet
loud
        soul
                ­ left
time
        silence
                     felt
hurt
        ­ regret
                     sapphire
seldom

poem after poem.
i can't stop reading.
i can't stop writing either.

"just one more!
for real this time!
ill go to bed i swear"

12:11am
          12:13am
                    12:34am
   ­                           12:59am
                              ­          01:10am
                                               ­   02:33am

"ill go to sleep now.
i swear. just one more."

and it's dawn
all of a sudden --
the sun starts to rise.

and it's morning.
a new day,
but im still awake.
staring at the words on my cell phone.
reading one
after the other,
then the next.

The tap on the door.
The roll off the bed,
The fall of the loose pages
which would just have to wait.
And the walk, double time,
through the dark, to the light
at the end of the corridor.

The weight of the receiver.
The cool of hard plastic.
And, before the first word,
that intake of breath,
as her face comes into focus.

I relax and close the door,
smiling into the thrill of her voice.

There is a light that comes from the telly,
Sometimes the moon shines in the night,
But not a flicker from the table,
No message pops up in the chat.
I wonder when the time is coming,
When does the blink mean less than that?
I circle back, afraid of something—
Not getting any, and yet getting some.

my phone was on silent,
and i missed his call.
“i called you by accident,”
he said, when i rang back,
“i have nothing to say.”

nineteen minutes later,
his sweet sound of nothing
was still on the line,
untangling his day.

Thought cried expectantly
wishing for an other Chance
in sundering limelight

the neighbour's phone rings next door,
the walls are so thin I can hear her answer.
my phone dings,
but my room still remains silent.
i should answer,
greet with the same answer I just heard.
but i don't move.
rare silence, contained only within my walls.
its not real silence, there is noise around me.
but not within.
so i lie still, waiting for that silence inside me to break.
then can i make noise?

Let's put that phone away and stretch our bodies.

Phone-diction
Became a conviction
Everyone is bound
Without exception

Phone-world
Offers no restriction
It's a convenient space
No eviction

Phone-time
Equals the injection
Of dopamine
There's no rejection

Phone-crime
Doesn't yet exist
Each year a new smartphone
Seems hard to resist

A phone back in time had this function:
Connection,
These days oftentimes - it's the opposite action,
In search of warmth, love and appreciation,
We lose ourselves in phone-solation.