you pushed the phone out of the poem
right at me
it's for you, you said, and all i heard was
a dog barking
this happened in the days when
the number of phones was less than
the number of people
it's all changed now
with the suite of the sea all moody flues
privy to bells chiming in galaxies
black holes if your head
is in one of them too long
you'd never dream about it
these days
when you can't get your tongue round
molasses or any sweet thing