mobile

that phone of yours is madness,
finally and most abrupt.
you couldn't make it a day without it
and you wouldn't last a night
without its tomb.
I wonder what is so important
that it needs to be blurted out
in the land of the lost
while you're doing your shopping
or at a movie
or standing in line at the DMV.
you know what I'm thinking,
"This must be the most important
motherfucker on the planet to have the need
to accept a call in the third stall in the men's
room of a department store. Goddamn,
I envy this motherfucker,
but now, I need to shit.
Hope they can't hear me on the other
end."
and still, you talk away.
then there are the texts
while
you're walking
while
you're fucking
while
you're in the produce isle,
inspecting fruit
while
you're driving
85 mph on
the 91 fwy,
using your knee to
steer.
goddamn,
you're special.

I watched one lady walk

right into glass at Macy’s.

she didn’t even blink,

just turned, opened the door

and walked into the store.

I saw a kid, engrossed in his

phone, slam into a light pole

and bloody his nose.

there’s no end to the madness

until someone gets killed

or kills someone else.

and then someone will make

a law

to help

prevent it from happening

again, cleverly masking it in good taste

and safety

to get as much

money for tickets as possible.

all of this because we can’t live without

a silly little handheld device.