the telephone
more than the texting feature
is the most important thing
in my life

though i click on a keyboard all day
i need humanity to come through

with a text
you can ignore it
you can flip over your phone
you can be busy
you can be annoyed
you could be playing hard to get
or asleep
or shy
or just uncaring
and all of that turns into noise inside this tin foil cap i call a head
until

the raindrop hits a still puddle of oil
and your voice ripples the rainbows far to the edges
spilling out into the cosmos
saying
we were here

I want to hear Your voice
You could be Anybody
but You are You
The music maker
who makes beauty of discourse
i need these nighttime talks
and tonight
i don't get one