25th November 2013

Sonnet 23

Our handhelds hold us at honeymoon stage,

That bit when we're both sooooo excited part,

Before our accumulations of rage

Built anti-viral firewalls round our heart.

My new contract's worth 3,000 texts, say:

3,000 sends of the "message to" rite

Should be sufficient to halt love's decay -

But you don't use yes/no, it's  maybe...might.

I'm sick of dead end screen tied eloquence,

How about sexting - a pic of my breast?

For you tongue tied guys it's the recompense,

How our virtual commitment gets expressed.

    There's built-in obsolescence in what's writ,

    A pic says more than too predictive wit.