Long App Poems
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This is a place where we put our emotions out there
We write about our fantasies or our ugly nightmares
Releasing so much stress by using our virtual pen
So many backgrounds we don't know where to begin
Reading the lettrs of others we are highly impressed
We write to get our bottled up emotions off our chest
There isn't a better word to describe this application
For most of us it's our therapy and our medication
This is another way we can open up from the inside
We have so many penpals in whom we can confide
Thoughts through the new "Musist" app are expressed even better
We all thank Drew Bartkiewics for starting with lettrs
{THIS POEM WAS DEDICATED TO DREW BARTKIEWICS WHO CREATED AND OWNS THE APP NAMED "MUSIST" WHICH WAS PREVIOUSLY NAMED "LETTRS" }
we learned to live on breadcrumbing
to orbit without return
haunting for love
a kittenfisher smiled
through borrowed summers
a catfisher built an entire moon
we endured benching
cushioning
roster dating—
hearts lined as spare chairs
after the guests had gone
I practiced love bombing
you future faking
the skilled preferred negging
one small faultline opening under load
and a place to live inside it
we drifted through situationships
through talking stages
through the annual migration
of ghosting, zombieing and hoovering
a hard launch
a soft launch
then pocketing
banksying taught us
how to leave without leaving
ghostlighting taught us
how to return without arriving
meanwhile the wildflowerers
flowered
the slow daters
kept their own time
every exclusive
promise
stalled at a DTR
frozen at the lip
of the relationship escalator
watching the steel teeth
flatten and disappear
red flags
snapped in the wind
green flags
semaphored
beige flags overgrown
in the yard
one night the throngers
argued hot takes beneath the stars
I felt the ick
you went delulu
someone else shrekking at last
laughed with their whole strange face
and for a moment
nobody was performing
just two people
standing outside the slang
while every
label we had worn
blew past—
confetti and bleached receipts
a failure to launch
breaking open in beach grass
Notes app poetry
Easy to write at 3 AM in bed
With a bowl of Cheetos balancing on my stomach
Notes app poetry
Harder to convey
And say
Your juvenile heartbreak
In a way that lets others respect
Your words and your rhymes
Notes app poetry
Fun to write
But never fun to publish
Do you want people to mock you?
The verses you worked so hard to handcraft
Read like teenage angst
With arbitrary line breaks
Instead of a serious confession to the person who sits behind you in 2nd period
I write with a pen
Because ink is permanent
Instead of the fleeting emotions we have
During the night
A roommate shows me this hookup app - the consensus favorite.
“Call me crazy,” I say, “but if we’re reducing s3x to something
cheap and cynical, wouldn’t p0rn be safer and easier?”
She frowns, as if I’ve espoused an unpopular political position
so I make a show of putting “join the app” on my to-do list
- which is like sending it into outer space.
Sleeping with someone you don’t like - or even know, seems impolite, even seedy but there’s a power to it as well - knowing I could if I wanted to - I quash that thought as it rises, like heat.
Besides, factoid: I have an imaginary boyfriend, And although my thoughts are free to roam far and wide, I’m nothing if not faithful.
You must see Slipback, the popular new app!
It's a primary clock of tick-tock;
brief time-travel is what you can make.
Anything can necessarily be changed in and for
just a few seconds.
Certainly, lives may unravel,
living life as a movie with a second take.
"Misremembering" becomes a thing.
Challenging what was done is done.
Eliminating what we thought was a mistake.
Creating misery for others, just for fun.
Mayhem only for mayhem's sake.
Now that we exist in this short world
of now and then,
the longer world of why and when
cannot survive.
And we will have vague memories of when
we used to be alive.
We'd played each other on the
song guessing app for
six years, ever since we were matched up
when I visited Iceland in 2016; we
both liked Classic Rock and stuck to
70s playlists
For a few weeks one year (2022) I was
"out of sorts" and didn't log in; when
I next opened the app
I saw Haraldur had terminated our six-year
rivalry
I mean, I led him by 540 to 86 games,
he was a bit slow,
but I valued our unspoken international alliance
It stung for a while but my
main concern was that my wife,
whenever I played the game,
always asked me how 'your friend Olaf' was doing
And now I just can't admit that he's
no longer my friend
I am 55 years old
Salvation in an App Store?
By Mark D. Stucky
Google Maps won’t work
for the way I feel lost.
Is there a salvation app
I can install on my phone
to download redemption today
and upload my soul when I die?
Since there are apps
for everything in life,
why not also an app
to access the afterlife?
Is there a spiritual map to the Pearly Gates in Heaven
that also includes a free ticket for effortless admission?
Can an app act as replacement
for tear-permeated repentance?
Can I install a cheap-grace app
without costly discipleship?
I don’t want to pick up a cross and follow Jesus.
I just want to pick up my phone and stream salvation.
I want Jesus joyous in my app.
I don’t want him hungry and thirsty.
I don’t want him sick and in prison.
I don’t want him naked and a stranger.
I don’t want hillside sermons on social justice.
I just want smiling faces and shining crosses.
I haven’t found salvation
in any app store so far.
If you find that elusive app,
will you please send me the link?
(First published in Soul-Lit, Summer 2023. See also my poems “Missing: God Incarnate,” “The Ascension (with Rewrites),” and “God’s on Mute.”)
(The image is a collage created by the author from multiple images.)