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The barren whitewashed walls don’t talk
in the absence of graffiti;
no scripture scrawled in paint or chalk,
no importunate entreaty  

pleading meet me at The Nail Bar
on Saturday at half past two –
we’ll promenade the boulevard
like gentlefolk are wont to do.  

I’d write messages on buses
with my fingers in the dust
or the carts collecting rubbish
if those services weren’t cut.  

All the advertising hoardings
are dismantled from their space.
How can lovers do their courting
with no premise to deface?  

I mourn our loss of common ground
and the death of collective art,
the Internet is where you’re found  
so I ‘ve bought a phone that’s smart 

to keep abreast of modern text
and be emoticonic man,
to press Connect, Select and Next
to follow you on Instagram.

I'm not a fan of rhyming poems. But I love the title...nice pun
I did enjoy the read.
Think there should be a comma after 'barren' in S1.

All the advertising hoardings two ings snagged for me.
are dismantled from their space.
How can lovers do their courting I'd have used a little poetic licence here with 'courtings'
with no premise to deface?

A fun and pertinent poem

I agree with Colm a great little title, an enjoyable read with unobtrusive rhymes. The message is not one that interests me - always seems slightly weird to go a website to bemoan the web but anyway, it is fun.
Dave
 

Penguin --

Love this poem. Your meter is sufficiently consistent to be its own reward and amply supports the rhyme scheme. This is so much harder than you make it look.

Substantively, the tongue-in-cheek narrative is a delight.

Excellent poeming.

T