031110 Cell Phone Poem by Manonton Dalan

before when we see a kid
talking to himself we stop
unknown to us it is prelude
of new ways, a generation
new culture of self-talkers
or shall we say cell phone

not a moment in a day
i'm separated from it
actually that's closest
thing to me more than
anybody on this earth
it comes between me
and whole world, love

before i go home i call
9pm it's attach to my ear
talking about anything
and i never get tired at all
even battery gets so hot
i will let it burn just to listen