When I touched the button
and killed our discourse
I ripped with emptiness
then filled with remorse
I cannot handle
these telephonic wars –
I start thinking out loud
my unspoken thoughts
I struggle with distances
logged by servers and silos –
those creeping tendrils
gathering ones and zeros
But my ear is pressed
to heed numbers you say –
of your long hours awake
and your days still away
We have lost the buttons
and slow rotary dials –
these phones are devices
which hack our denials
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Mike Bell's expanding collection of poems is his ongoing response to actual moments – conjured memories – and a fearful future.
His ambition is to publish 10,000 poems, and then take a nap.
His writing continues to be reproduced in various formats and journals – he also throws himself out there in occasional readings – open mics and poetry sessions – when his body is willing.
Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.
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