ode to the smart phone

index card lake
of frozen depths
unknown
stench musky
of perfume expensive  antiseptic and blood
spilled my coffee this morning.
from whose hands into mine slipped this liquid addiction?
with the bondage of fingers
carve dividends on the glassy surface
so absorbed in the movement they fail to see strings
wrap about wrist
watches are also replaced.
my finger puppets
on pretense of seeking warmth
or the answer
sneak slyly into the darkened pocket
and embrace the seducer.