My HTC Desire.

Thou hast served me so well.

You refused to crack under pressure;

The metal staircase in Australia,

Many o' drunken nights around New York,

Falling again and again out of my jeans that are too tight,

Or my fingers that are too slippery.

But alas, old friend.

The amount of times I have dropped you,

is now equal to the number of calls thou hast dropped.

You no longer have energy

and shut off without warning

or consideration of my conversations.

And I must leave you for an iPhone once again.

But fret not!

I will store you safely in my desk drawer.

And next weekend when I get shitfaced and drop my new iPhone,

I will return to thee and once again.

And on sleepless nights,

I will touch thee with my fingertips,

and press thee to my face,

and you can hear my thoughts,

and desires,

once again.

-insomniasexx 6/1/2012

thenewgreen: Nice work, I love it. It's amazing the connection we can have with our electronic devices, isn't it? It's funny that you wrote a poem for your phone because I just discovered a bunch of my old poetry on my phone. I was on a flight today and realized I had not gone through my "notes" on my iPhone in over a year. I found this little poem I wrote after driving past a cute girl with her bare feet pressed up against the cars window:

  Barefoot windshield
  White cotton yields
  Hand sways out 
  The passanger mouth

  I find reasons to pass
  Reasons to slow
  But there she goes
  There she goes

There were a few other poems tucked in there amongst addresses I have forgotten why were in there and book, movie and music suggestions from friends.

Here's another short one:

  When you measure your life
  By the fullness of your nets
  It's going to taste of 
  sweat
  soft pain 
  and regret

Poetry is the best way for me to remember important moments and events. It made for an interesting flight.

Again, I love the poem insom. Thanks for sharing.

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