Tuesday, November 21, 2006

His mobile thing...

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.

yeah yeah check
I know his number
yeah yeah right
yeah yeah right
I know his number
yeah yeah check


At March 24, 2009 3:39 AM, Anonymous Andy Sewina aka Danny Wise said...

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...

At March 26, 2009 5:16 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i really liked the naisaiku you have formed from the original poem :)

At March 29, 2009 1:10 AM, Blogger spacedlaw said...

I like how you wove the found poem.

At March 30, 2009 10:26 AM, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Excellent...it's got that thing that makes it sing.


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