I Know Why My Cellphone Sings
Poem
Pressed a smart city, Which is One of many. My sung, louder than An old boom box, Pretty late and Wakes oh too soon. Go back to sleep. A night owl on the phone Checks if you're okay Tonight... Even Sound is not safe. Constantly wants Out of this phone case. Good stevens! Small and can' t handle A losing record, the blues. Neighbors, local news... Boring. Landmarks, towers. I know why my cellphone sings.
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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