Digress

switched into the voiceless, helpless abyss
Is there no one to talk to out here?
can anyone here my frustration at this?
I know I am "very important to us" but
can we talk...like "h.e.l.l.o."

"how are things going today?...want come coffee?"
"how's that shoulder feeling these days?"
"so tell me, what can I do for you?"

beep..."to review your message 
press 1,
if your satisfied with your message
press 2,

if you'd like to go back to childhood 
and rethink the whole thing whilst
catching fireflies on some June-night field,
well, just hang up, go to the pantry and find
an old mayonnaise jar and a Bic pen and 
punch holes in the top and tear some of that 
sweet grass with your loamy fingers and 
stuff it in, then run the field casting 
palms to the sky in supplication,
gazing at all those stars out above
amazed at what a great thing it is...
to be here...

but I digress"...
"if you'd like to re-record your message
press 3..."

© Goode Guy 2011-07-28

childhoodfantasyintrospectionfree verse

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