Thursday, March 08, 2007
"Gotta get the operator make a telephone call" - Yaz
.
My words stumble down
The telephone line
Satellites and towers
In badminton stance
Bounce thoughts fallen
From my tired mind
To tumble them out
And into your ear
All for the sake
Of risking the chance
You will catch them
And feel them
A vague fascination
And toss back your own
Of puzzlement or cheer
Crossing the miles
Between darkened locations
Breathing slow and welcome
This whiskey warmth
Your drowsing voice
In this dozing dreamer’s ear
.
My words stumble down
The telephone line
Satellites and towers
In badminton stance
Bounce thoughts fallen
From my tired mind
To tumble them out
And into your ear
All for the sake
Of risking the chance
You will catch them
And feel them
A vague fascination
And toss back your own
Of puzzlement or cheer
Crossing the miles
Between darkened locations
Breathing slow and welcome
This whiskey warmth
Your drowsing voice
In this dozing dreamer’s ear
.
