phoning it in.
hours and hours of conference calling
nothing could be more appalling-
awkward, static-fused discussion
leaves me with a mild concussion,
or maybe just a sense of numb-ness
at our tele-phonic dumbness.
posted by mad at 10:16 AM
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
hours and hours of conference calling
nothing could be more appalling-
awkward, static-fused discussion
leaves me with a mild concussion,
or maybe just a sense of numb-ness
at our tele-phonic dumbness.
2 Comments:
Hi Madeleine, I'm here via moistworks. I like the poem. I dropped and spoiled my crummy cell phone a week or so ago, and strangely (or not so strangely), I'm not missing it all. Although, true, I'll probably be scoring a new one soon enough. Nice photo.
hi mark,
so glad you enjoyed. phones have replaced men in the can't live with 'em / without 'em equation. or women. or something.
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