Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Poignance and je ne fait aucun effort of Annoying Texting Abbreviations




text message, wrong #, returning to me from 2 area codes ago,

blurrd in Google strt views: “I miss you.”
twixt levres des demnts and nite, blck brwd
wandrng the fluorescd grocery 4 mlk bread
junebugs thick thnderhds Its A Taco Shop
Payday Lns Chinese Fd & Donuts
in rd and yellow green I wondrd where
yr @ digtl strngr & what u <3

winsome cybrg! u must have a museum
of intel chps undr yr ribs like all of us
set on vibrate buzz of the arrivng ring
pockets full of satellites a room all yr own
by tht tarry sea ironwds no abalones
west of nowhere @ a st. where the movies
play on all the sidewlks & fences
who is there sweepng the walk?
my <3, my <3

did u try that memepool sinkhole
what space was yr txt making
head against moto slip ping sim
wireless search in yr windowless rm
or yr infinite themeprk
or yr greater bandwidth
what I know of yr digits is only txt
yr face the parenthesis smile
of emoticons -- no death IS a parenthesis e.e.!
I dont know whther Im > or
=to u
closing the flipphone 2 think
again out into the divided road
flipflops snd on toes bck 8 blcks to sevral open bks
LED glow the time 8:32 my charge still at full bars


--J.W.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

iPoem battle begins

We have a clean place

We have placed all odds and ends
and painted
We are here

Our mother
is at sea (something)

Believe...
religious ruby

We gave her
hands from here to her

Her timing came
took her husband
checked itself
called her honey

Evidence we
have out-attended
out-figured

We have more in common than we believe

reincarnation
then HOUSE issues

He bites her
then his fangs disappear and his lips

Baby
husband
called a temperate

Clients are good
themselves
spots or not

Her birth
a birth
(to them)

At issue
clients
female

Pattern not found
skipping

We believed that place over-spots
what we believe
or don't

She placed a screen (to screen herself) from them
then we sent to her
the hype manager the baby

If the delta (something) was the sea (something)

Then we are allowed to place our hands on her belly
We try to see how

At the end of the day
we believe three issues define what we do
for our clients here

Each shows that we were there
and that we killed her
then I killed her then I killed her


Sent from my iPhone-t.d.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

my friend jow! wrote a poem entitled 'iphone keyboard sucks.' then iphone updated to 3.0 which allows you to type long ways making the keyboard suck a little less to which i replied that his title was now obsolete. still, we believe that it would be quite difficult to compose poetry on it. so we started a contest. open to all with the iphone or, also, any limiting texting mobile phone keyboard. we have a blog site. we'll be contesting three poems per poet. that's all i know. other details tbd...