B is for brains and beat-up bifocals,
black and blue elbows and bad overbites,
brooding brown eyes and biceps like baseballs.
B is da bomb! So where were you last night?
Blah-bitty-blah-blah. I’ve heard that before –
the best laid bullshit this side of Beijing:
Keep blaming that buddy from Baltimore,
and I’ll bash in your Buick. Stop babbling.
You beat ‘round the bush. You’ve burnt every bridge.
You’re bruising and blighting beyond beyond.
Now bye-bye be-yotch I bitterly bid.
The billionth botch-up will break any bond.
The best was basically what came before.
Bygones are bygones. Go bless the back door.

For the last two years, Drew Pisarra has been writing sonnets inspired by a Venezuelan philosophy professor who dumped him, and by the meaning hidden behind certain numbers as well as letters used to represent numbers in algebraic equations. 

In 1989, my friend Mary
worked for the sex line 1-800-DUCK
where she more often took calls from scary
coke addicts than horn-dogs lacking the pluck
to approach girls in nightclubs. Back then
I smirked at the dialed-up idiocy
of convos billing jerks by the second
for not-so-hot hotline intimacy.
Yet where are we now? With our lovelorn apps
(Grindr, Tindr, Tingle, Scruff, and Diskreet)
that spell out longing via finger taps,
our hammered-out virtual meet-and-greets.
Goodbye, chatterbox – so lonely, so high.
Hey, emoticon heart… r u nearby?

Drew Pisarra worked in the digital sphere on behalf of such TV shows as Mad Men, Rectify and Breaking Bad. His work has been produced off-Broadway and appeared in Poydras Review, Thin Air, and St. Petersburg Review, among other publications. His collection of short stories, Publick Spanking, was published by Future Tense eons ago.

u texted me on xmas 2 wish me
merry I texted u later 2 wish
u back rashly I sexted u happy
come NEW YEAR!! admittedly hornyish
my resolve now gone slack not looking not
not looking ears pealed 4 a ping & ping
me u did 10 minutes later we’re hot
& heavy in my hall & you’re doing
that thing you do those things you do we do
every time we get together but
it/s been quite awhile so the old felt new
well not quite new & frankly not quite hot
until you fell asleep & snored & snored
& held me in your arms as I grew bored

Drew Pisarra worked in the digital sphere on behalf of such TV shows as Mad Men, Rectify and Breaking Bad. His work has been produced off-Broadway and appeared in Poydras Review, Thin Air, and St. Petersburg Review, among other publications. His collection of short stories, Publick Spanking, was published by Future Tense eons ago.