final curtain
every morning my phone reminds me of
so many places i’ve been people i’ve run off
or lost and it is irritating the living shit out of me
all my life i’ve prided myself for staying at
the surface of things ignoring and getting over
the past perfectly content to fuck around and find out
and now the end is near and so i face …
never mind it’s not me doing it it’s my phone
i’ve looked for the setting to turn it off and i can’t find it
no android reprogram no apple re-bite
i’m watching these damn youtube videos about
companion robots and just waiting for prices to come down
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Oh Jules, you’re writing great “end of Late Stage Empire poems.” This is perfect.
She said it.
Yes!! Your voice, your experience, your knowing, and you and you, there and sharing. Unpunctuated, makes it timeless.
Gotttttt dammmmm Jules. Please, please don’t be quiet. ❤️
thanks guys!
“and now the end is near and so i face … / never mind it’s not me doing it it’s my phone” was smartly placed and caught me completely off-guard. Well done, Jules.
Thanks very much for this comment. I was a little iffy about the Sinatra thing, but then I thought, why not just eff around and find out?
You and me both, Jules.
We fucked around and found out, didn’t we?
I hope we still are, Kevin.
I, too was caught off guard here and was delighted:
‘and now the end is near and so i face …
never mind it’s not me doing it it’s my phone”
Love how you blend humor and doom so well in the poem!
Humor and doom. I love that. Sounds like a service window in Beetlejuice hell. Humor and Doom, how may I help you? Thanks, Linda!