Cell Phones.

I.

Damn you and your 0 missed calls.

Despite desperate punching of buttons

no messages vibrate in my hand.

II.

Gone are the glorious days of the land line

when the phone rang furiously all the

while I was away

and the shy young pursuants,

too timid and overwhelmed by my charm,

hung up without leaving a message.

III.

Cingular has single-handedly slashed

my mind's romantic construction

of courtship where imagination

prevailed over knowledge

IV.
Now I sit, chained to this phone

unable to squash the glimmer

of possibility of a technological failure

hoping beyond hopes that misalignment

of some distant satellite has caused

your message to fail to register

V.
Slipping the phone into my pocket

for my short walk to pick up my mail

I wonder if maybe-- just maybe--

it's me, not you.