Checking out
You’ve created a world in your head
That I’m not apart of
Technically speaking,
Those actions should have come with a price
To raise satisfaction so heavily
Is asking too much of me
You’ll catch me off to the side,
Escaping into my mind with relative ease
Your venality is comforting
Consciously banking on plan B
I’m not prepared for this to break me
Maybe I’ll leave with a false sense of starting over
‘Till the end of this martyr party,
Expecting to see me on the other side of the glass,
Parting ways with my reflection
The yellow pages wither away in this red undertone
Our world once reconnected behind wood and glass
When two hearts were disconnected by the world so vast
To the love posted in units of time…get me a coin fast!
At the corner of Cosmos and Maxwell two minds meet
The hour midnight to your noon, ‘see you soon’…we greet
Hello…and we both smile, in spite of the thousand miles
Between us is an unbreakable cord…glad to have dialed
Driving past there…it’s now a newspaper stand
The line long cut, but you’re still holding onto my hand
Something other than my aching heart making headlines
Your travels have brought you back home to the phone
The change kept us in touch, nothing much has changed, but
It’s a lot cheaper, easier to say I love before the funds run out
I had our names stenciled above the receiver to remember us both
You’re first in my phonebook…as you were to the telephone booth
a yellowpage picasso somwhere
between
mullberry and mullenhauser.
daydream chatter creats cityscapes
with crystal raindrops falling from bent
and wrinkeled page corners.
futher down the colloms between
meeks and myer robots sit in a cafe
eating fried rice with chopsticks
and talking about the whether.
Terminator Box
Terminator Box
The man was emailing every name in the phonebook he was frantically sending
out emails to everyone alive the terminus box is all the subject line would say
and as the text there is the question marks and the blood on the page
The ps went quick then the q lined up on the page Quickamore Horatio was the
only entry there in a phonebook so far full of only despair Hello what's this the
homeowner looked at his computer screen it was beeping a strange glowing
color at him "yew have one new message" over and over again in multicolor hue
and glowing some too please answer me please over and over again the
Terminator Box is killing us all this city is besieged by the devil my friend and the
terminus box was attached to the leg of the chair my computer was on. The poor
man is gone he died while Horatio was getting the call. Quickamore pressed
enter just once.
That's when he noticed my terminator box.
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