Lamentations Of A Lost Iphone

Hung on the wireless

Lamentations Of A Lost Iphone

Pushed on by memory

By the bus, wrong stop, buttons touched too much

Left behind, the mind and all connections

Locked on display, light only, the tower knows

To triangulate your position beep beep to passengers

Unlike soap in the mouth as a punishment

Iphone alone

There is no cure for stupidity

Not purified or purged

Say something wrong my primal ones

Numbers don't really reason before speaking

Held on the line motionless on some remote seat

Wireless now, laughing at lost signals, lost activity

Speak to me from your darkness my lost love

I can not breath without you

Let alone phone home

Beep beep come back to me my little monkey

I'll never change your name or number

Author's Note

What is Love?