i pass you something
through the plastic coil
curled around my finger
down the streets lined with
this power to communicate
through time and space
through paradox and paradigm
the possibilities are endless
and the technology works
accurately most of the time
now and then a tree does fall
lightning strikes hurricanes visit
there are temporary delays
what the workers at the phone
companies aren't aware of is
that the power lines are down
in some hard to reach places
worse yet they may have
never existed to begin with
*
you call me up and
there is no exchange
when i send you my
thoughts they are lost
our aborted potential
miscarried sounds that
cannot be nurted
we hang up
i may be a diffident
salesperson for truth but
sincerity shouldn't be bought
you never hear the lullaby
i sing as i look down at
the receiver where it rests
a baby in a cradle
