Digging through the crates, I resurrected this one from a college poetry class. I’m still reworking it. But the time seems right to share it considering recent news of i-phone thefts driving up crime numbers in New York city. The poem has two voices, one in regular font and one in italics (slightly hard to see).
After the i-phone, i-pea. And now … the I-ME
Let Mary send her future a quick note:
‘Slow down, breath, and OC check your BP
Girls from soccer, milk, and bio-dish-soap.’
DNF your weekly booster reboot
Or you’ll lose battery and gain mad LBs
Your man’ll scrap you for upgraded loot
One with silkier skin and wittier CBs.
Johnny does his science project riding the bus
Color codes gases to see what’s oxygen fed
Outside, he watches plants breathe and cars rust
Rewind again what Ms. Bloomfield said.
Sure, while his friends peep food n’ sluts dot com
Holding their sides and slapping his back
At the latest by “Ms. Turkey Ass Bomb”
Look, look what she does to this pancake stack!
With its rugged titanium bivalve shell
Sue sends mom highlights of an epic ski trip
shows them killer air and how badly she fell!
Oh, meet her new BF, a boarder named Skip.
Ha. How bout that shot of privacy’s end
tracks windin like public DNA
to pharma and the fed over the hill’s bend
they know what you need and what you can pay.
With Insta-DreamTM create the look for you
From firefly green to urban king gold
Anyone can naturally select their hue
Just believe in yourself and break the mold!
Yeah, natural selection my freakin’ ass
How bout I shake one out some tight-jeaned ear
Sell it to my boy for straight light-speed cash
Gettin out this shithole ain’t never been so clear.
– Cyrus Philbrick