To pick it out in pixels one by one
You kids today you goddam kids today
Trudge downhill frozen uphill in the sun
To ask the neighbor girl to come and play

Without an evite. Without bothering
To pick it out in pixels red green blue
Our street teams branded. Content authoring
By lonely intranets. We stymied true

And beggared false. We represented curves
More easily than lines. We had our ways
To make our tiny coward's voices heard.
I might not hear the land line ring for days,

And lord! I hated that. Why be alone?
Who's kidding who? I typed this on my phone.

Tags: monday fourteen, poetry, sonnets