His mobile thing...
RINGING.
I wake
the phone's ringing
it's not for me
it's not my 'phone.
It's for him
it's his mobile thing!
He's outside
in the night
in the wet.
'Yeah, yeah, right!
Yeah, yeah, check!'
I know his number...
but we've never met.
MSC61095
yeah yeah check
I know his number
yeah yeah right
BUT WE'VE NEVER MET
yeah yeah right
I know his number
yeah yeah check
61095a
I know his number
yeah yeah right
BUT WE'VE NEVER MET
yeah yeah right
I know his number
yeah yeah check
61095a
posted by Andy Sewina @ 3:43 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
Hi there, this is a little something I wrote way back in 1995 when cell phones were still in their infancy and the only people who had them in this little bit of bohemia were the people who sold the drugs on the street outside. This is a word~for~word~overheard/found~poem. And one of the very first NaisaiKu Style pieces I did. If you trawl this archive you will find more...
i really liked the naisaiku you have formed from the original poem :)
I like how you wove the found poem.
Excellent...it's got that thing that makes it sing.
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