Bill Grace


Jean Paul Sartre And The Cell Phone - Poem by Bill Grace

If Sartre told the truth to his interviewer
When he became fond of a fountain pen
He would give it away.
He did not want the pen to own him.

As one owned by many things
I salute this Nobel bard owned only by his cafe.
Wonder if leaving my cell phone exposed
Portends at least some day heading towards true freedom.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 5, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 5, 2010


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