How Seattle Feels … A Lot: Revolutionary Commentary Free Verse Poem

Remember/
that time/
when was sunny/
in Seattle/
and I was texting,/
looking at my phone,/
and I missed it?

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Avoiding Death: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I keep dreaming of/
me crashing and dying while/
I’m texting. I’ll stop.

Safe Text – Riding UTA: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

I discovered a/
sure way to avoid texting/
while driving: Take trains!

OR
I learned a sure way/
to stop texting while driving: /
Take mass transit trains!

Homeless Man Texting: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

There is something wrong/
with a homeless man texting/
to find his next meal.

Baby On Board Stupidity! Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

You have a baby /
in your car and almost hit /
me. PLEASE! Stop texting!

How Late Can One Text? Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

How late /
is appropriate /
to be texting you/
without vexing you?

Texting is Vexing: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

I spend time texting/
the 1 I adore,/
not knowing it’s vexing;/
she thinks it’s a bore./
I waste all my time/
making creative rhymes./
She’s @home/
with him on a fone.

OR this more self-aware version:
I spend time texting/
the 1 I adore,/
not knowing it’s vexing;/
she thinks it’s a bore./
I waste all my time/
making creative rhymes,/
but don’t own/
I should fone.

Interested in Being Interested: Revolutionary Email Poetry

What’s on my mind?
You.
At least to find out about
You.

A good way to do
that
is to IM
or chat.

Doesn’t have to be
Yahoo.
Any IM thingy
will do.

Gmail.
MSN
I suppose a call
now and then
would do
too.

Or texting.
Or I guess email
would work as well.
From what I can tell.

What are we looking for?
Pen pals?
Friends?
Super-friends?
More?
Lovers?
Companions until the bitter end?

If you were interested in a guy,
and you emailed him,
and you didn’t know why
but on a whim
he didn’t email back for … several days,
would you forget him?

I’m movin’ on! Tough!
Or would you think:
Nah, he’s just not interested enough
to jump off the brink.

Maybe the real question we all have to ask us
is this: how interested
in being interested
are we…
really?

Beware of God: A JAP lent me a book

“Shalom aleichem!”
“What am I supposed to do with that?” she asked.
The poor Brooklyn JAP.
She didn’t know.
So I should keep it a sod,
a geheimnis?
Of course I told her!

She smiled,
Gave me her apple,
Then started kvetching
About all her Yentas texting
her. They shouldn’t?
Of course they should!

When she kvetches about
the 3 options fisher,
the 40 overweight goy
who disowns not only her but
all her Facebook friends,
and how she can’t find a standup guy.
What, they should be silent?

“Change your standards!”
“Trust the universe!”
“You should be so picky!”
Her Crossing Delancey Yentas opine.
She cups her hand,
air strokes twice,
looks at the ceiling and sighs:
“What, You can’t help me out?”

I laugh, recognizing the stroke sign
from high school Mensch friends.
I work on her apple and watermelon,
Nod understandingly. Tell her:
“Write to Yenta: ‘God Himself rang the doorbell.
I even answered it.
Saw a nothing.’
See what Yenta says.”

She wonders if I should bold
the copy. It works.
The namesake of the first king
of Israel doesn’t pick up stones.
I return the apple;
sling a few gentle
words about tea,
and leave.

She runs down the hall.
Like Fiddler on the Roof.
But this time the JAP
Reaches out to GoyBoy;
lent me a book
by Shalom (Peace) Auslander (foreigner):
“Beware of God.”

Like that should mean something?