Japanese Wind Telephone - by
When you asked me for a love poem
I told you about a glass booth
containing one black object:
a disconnected rotary phone
telephones
Late Call - by
Lord, this is pip-squeak calling.
/ Even with your infinite technology
/ I expect your line’s busy. Therefore
/ forgive me my witter, tucked…
A Message - by
One of the best of minds
/ destroyed by dementia
/
/ does not howl on her knees
/ in the street, does not masturbate
/
/ in the magnolia…
Text - by
I am sending a message again.
/ Maybe you can’t hear it
/ through all the noise of lights
/ and the dangerous way things…
Answermachine - by
Eh amna here tae tak yir caa:
Eh’m mebbe aff at thi fitbaa,
Eh mebbe amna here at aa
Cold Caller - by
Nearly all the names and numbers
/ in her leatherette phone book
/ are crossed or scribbled out.
/
/ One of these days I’ll dial
/ a dead…
Out of the Blue – 7 - by
Go up go down. Sit tight for now. Or move. Don’t move. It’s all in
/ hand. Make a call on…
Truth - by
Da answer phone’s caald
/ ublinkin licht
/ accuses me o da crime
/ at darena spaek hit’s nem.
/ “Look at de,” hit…