I was walking (in the dark) to catch a train this evening, when I saw a man sitting in car, obviously tinkering away on a phone or something. For some reason it inspired me to write the following:

The cold blue glow
of a smartphone, or perhaps an iPad
illuminates his face from below
casting ghoulish shadows of distortion.

Moments of otherwise peace
spent mindlessly striving.
Inbox Zero.
But only for a moment.

Catching up on email.
Only to fall behind again.
Is there an end?
Is there a point?

You have new mail.