James Kobielus has written a peom entitled Geo. When I saw the title I confess I thought it would be about geolocation - maybe the privacy aspects. It isn't.
But it did get me thinking that maybe there is a business plan for geolocation-based poetry delivery. If I'm walking downtown, some futuristic haiku gets delivered to my cell, if strolling through a forest, a peacful sonnet. Or, if inactivity can be inferred, an iambic warning against sloth. Endless possibilities.
The advertisers would abuse it of course.