Friday, July 16, 2010

Eric Lawson

CELL PHONE ANXIETY

The world as I know it is ending
My only cell phone is dying
Vital new texts will be missed
Urgent calls will go unanswered
What if I get mugged in an alley?
How will I get someone to help?

The world as I know it is ending
My only cell phone is dying
I'll miss the latest juicy gossip
I'll miss the killer party invites
What if I won the state lottery?
How will I ever be contacted?
The world as I know it is ending

My only cell phone is dying
I won't be connected anymore
I won't be current with trends
What will I do to fill my days?
Is that what a tree looks like?

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Poet-broker (AKA Ed Rosenthal)

BROKERS OF THE DOWNTURN FOR TAKE MY PICTURE GALLERY

Men in grey slacks sit in silent offices
in a trance they lift and lower phones
and watch the white moon shine like ice
above the jade glass tower before them

The blue cobalt stem of his favorite flower
grows on a desk with green bronze leaves
and winds in vines of dead copper wire
flowers in lead stamens of the brass bulb

His partners sit in silent partioned cubes
in a trance they lift and lower phones
and watch the moon shine onto the glass
face of the giant jade tower before them

The white faced moon pulls him out
upon the board of a purple gang banger
who rides the roof rails down a drain pipe
onto the slope of Bunker Hill to Sixth

Under the arc light of Sixth Street Bridge
cactus suits with cactus blossom lapels
mustaches of dried sage and burrs for eyes
come in front from high canyons with guitars