sounds like

hello Siri my old friend
I come to talk with you
again
because the vision once
intact,
I believe exists a crack
and the crack that was planted
in my brain, still remains
within the sound of silence
in endless contract I exist amid
 useless tariffs I persist
neath the halo of a neon
stalelite ..
my GPS is also shite
when my eyes were averted..
a vision of  a i phone 5
that spelt my plight
I touched the window..of Cash Converters
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking.
People hearing without listening.
people sending messages
and posting in the passages
people hurting people reeling
from writings without feeling
but the words fall like tears
in a silent storm
and it's now
become the norm..
they wear there phones
like a shield
displaying settings that 
don't yeild..
it has a will...
it is their  new God
this smart phone
this iconic sprog
and the words of Siri echoed in my brain
thou shalt not kill 
I think therefore I am