I haven't been submitting too many poems lately, so why I figure no harm in sharing a piece still very much in progress:
There is a phone call that will change
your life. No more so and so celebrity
impersonator for you, oh no. A voice that
unlocks parts of your brain you didn't
know existed says calmly "Agent Icarus,
we have a new assignment for you." Click.
You live in the future. Are you
ready for your eyeballs to crackle with
raw data? Shut up and create new
robots already. Ray guns were forecast
by the '50s. Come on. It isn't the
phone that calls, it is the work.
I know you Icarus, and you are about
to learn a hell of a lot about water.