Written by Matt Birkenhauer
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Thursday, 28 January 2016

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After Simon and Garfunkel

Hello Smartphone, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because I'm sitting here almost sleeping
Until I hear my iPhone loudly beeping
And the train of thought that was forming in my brain
No longer remains
Within the screen of silence

In restless sleep I hear its drone
My ever-present new Smartphone
'Neath the halo of my bedside lamp
I turned my covers from the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the sight of an Instgram
Just sent by Pam
As I tap the keys of silence

And on the subway cars I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People tapping without speaking
People texting without thinking
People writing texts that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the dross of silence.

"Fools" said I
"You do not know, Smartphones like a cancer grow
Put your phones down now and try to converse
Face each other now before this gets worse
But my words like silent emojis fell
And echoed
From the cells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the silicon God they made
And the phone rang out its warning
In the text that it was forming

And the phone said
"The wrds of the callers
R txted on the bathroom stalls
In pointless scrawls"
Deleted from the screen of silence

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