iPhone poetry from University Ave

poets are funny, we all have our writing spots.  if you look around, we are always in a cafe, or by the seashore, or riding in a car looking through rain streaked windows.

one day in a cafe i decided to write a poem on my iphone, just to see what that did to the writing, so this is just a little writing experiment.  i am getting tired of writing poems in cafes which are about being in a cafe writing poetry, but this one is kind of fun.

iPoem

Door 
Window 
Brick 
Asphalt 
Blonde 
Cafe 
Paperback 
Nodding seesaw tennis 
Eavesdropping feast 

Grey wool skirt
so tight it hurts
Plus poodle parade 

Notebook 
Email 
Battery life ticking down 
Answering largeco.com 
And the glasses and pigtails 
Visible over the 15.1 inch wall 
Smiling like the mona lisa 
In a pink shirt 
And hiking vest 
She interrupts to trade smiles 

Men in black skirts do my bidding 
Echoing Paris 
But happy to accept dollars 
And bring me hot sauce 

... a story about Tony 
told while reclined
in am upright chair 
Comfort feigned effortlessly 
A little too loud to be true 
Which speaks of hidden weeping 
But all the words are about power 

Busy enough to belong 
I peck 
Contentedly

Comments

[Gavin]

Hi I really liked this. Will tap out a few scratch poems on my pda whenever I find a 'writing spot.' Have also been doing some collaborative poems with friends using IM, find here on http://findinggavin.blogspot.com/