“they won’t know”

Written for:  The Twiglets #102 – “they won’t know”

Rotary phone
you have to dial,
record player, vinyl
albums in piles,
typewriter, onion skin
paper you rolled in,
hanging laundry in fresh air–
they won’t know; they won’t care.

Without guidance
they will not know
how to survive in this world.

Two buddies who thought themselves smart
with house empty, mom at the mart
smoked pot, window open
sprayed room, began chokin’
Mom came home, started.  Said, ‘phew, must have been quite a fart.’

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to “they won’t know”

  1. Misky says:

    Peder and I were discussing this just yesterday. We’ll add FAX machines and teletype machines to your list.

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  2. Jules says:

    I remember ‘carbon paper’ for copies and typewriters that weren’t electric. I learned on a manual!
    I was actually surprise when my grandson said he actually was taught how to use a real dictionary (he’s in third grade now…).

    My Dad used to do the ‘pull my finger’ joke… but then ‘farts’ are really supposed to be quite healthy. 😉

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