cell phone

oh cell phone

you are a talisman of emotions

little magic thought square

aqueous glow so potent

in a cell of phones my hunger grows make words in cyber current flows

get my number so obsession grows home floating woes through pigeonholes

I hold onto an anchor signal dock in streams of silver screens

Each vibration sends a wave of energy tickling nerve endings

talisman light show blue snake eyes blinking back at me

tears tappin' plastic automated thumb ticks

emotional trips quick to vent in dumbdown text scripts

Im smothered by wires I don't know how the networks

im watching children fall asleep next to wireless dreamcatchers

insecurity stitch the beams around my head signal antlers

my head pressed to incredible mental dendrite sender

ear to energy wave colossal stretch rain the rendered

pressed

connecting bits of pressure compressing vectors of pent up stress

infect

my mind SIM mutilated

I joined human registry

soon we lose roots in tongue and speak telephonetically

discordless angst portions make morbid tears in face platelets

attach

you touch screens I touch trees and grow ash like pass that message back

call ended in dead battery I tap my mind wrapped around

hello

hung up by my callher

playing phone chords on guitar

held down by the pickup

oh cellophane reel hook my cinema sweet shame

read your words and made movies in my head to ease pain

i'm catching the nearest metro out to a sprint down lonely lane because

long distance heads need

long distant meds

im deleting numbers again receding unplugging-in

7 digits built in plastic case pray to the cross frames

holy ritualistic bait and suggestive digital fishing games

if the number you are calling is often disconnected

realize you're hung up and dial again this is the operator speaking

disconnect your cingular mind

att n t should be add

this horizon verse verizon

sidekicks ain't hero's

please

listen to my scratch into wax phonographs

listen to my scratch into wax phonographs

signal fading

read my phonographicnovel

can you hear me now? good.

im popping bags of popcorn with a hundred drunk dial rings

where four bars are in service all night and you can watch the strong signals fuckin' SURGE

snorting pick-up lines

saving every quarter and every dime

meet my ghost

my voicemailbox of souls

smell my garden of second thoughts

please pick me up again

i've been on hold for lifetimes

I havn't talked to you in months please answer just once

when the sun beams are drenching me I can't see your screen

and I don't want you to become just another

signal fading