With your cell-phone...

[PrinceMyshkin]

With your cell-phone
and your Blackberry
and your aching, aching heart
you wander the city
in search of Jean-Pierre,
Isabelle, Jane
or Buckie, Steve
or Eleanor, but
you are always alone
with your cell-phone
and your Blackberry
and your aching, aching heart

In your studio apartment,
your mansion in Palm Springs or
in the arms of Jean-Pierre,
Isabelle, Jane
or Buckie, Steve
or Eleanor,
you are always alone,
with your cell-phone
and your Blackberry
and your aching, aching heart...

[paperleaves]

This is entrancing, I could see the aching, aching heart dripping with loneliness...

[SleepyWitch]

I like it :) although it brings its message across in a rather blunt way.. well, the upside is that this way dumb*sses like me can understand it :)

[PrinceMyshkin]

I like it :) although it brings its message across in a rather blunt way.. well, the upside is that this way dumb*sses like me can understand it :)

Whether you're a dummkopf or not is not within my competence to judge but your point about the bluntness of the poem very pointedly addresses the heart of my 'poetics.' I have written in the past in more traditionally poetic or at least oblique language. These days to be "blunt" is more congenial to me although there is of course a rather fine line between directness and over-simplification and between poetry and preaching, and I may overstep it occasionally (or even more often than that) but it's the risk I'm choosing to take.

[kiz_paws]

So sweetly sad.
The loneliness is palpable.
*hugs*
~K♥zzo