#dial
Sulymann convenes at foot of Root Tree,
Where Sun mounts noon, disguised as late June.
Mediums of noon become middleday:
A harvest of scales from the sons of Dragoon.
Earth-painted stasis constructs ornate faces
Sat by Sundial from noon 'til chimpanzee congregoon.
Fungal trajectory of root-born night
Summons morn-became-noon as sight conjures light.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 7:18 AM UTC
*** laude
but still survive by making lattes
oat, soy, or is 2% okay?
my tongue strains from over complicated names
i’d rather be where the trees meet the beach
i’d rather see where the ocean meets me
i’d rather be in the in between
i’d rather be surfing in tropic scenes
but i am clocked in
dialled in to deliver the best service
i am locked in
dialled in to automate, surrendering purpose
shocking the lack of stopping
the earth keeps earthing
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC
Can I stow away
in the depths of your heart?
Hidden in the shadows,
I'll stay out of sight;
then slip past the guards
in the dead of the night.
I'll be that stranger
stood at the bar—
pinstripe suit,
buttonhole, tie.
A knowing look,
our secret code.
The wink of an eye,
our signal to go.
Exit by a side door
into the night,
a shadowy figure
beneath a single street light.
A scribbled message,
in a telephone box—
L is for Love,
P is for Pay.
The babysitter, she's asking—
she’s done for the day.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC
Over in Israel once visiting the holy sites
One morning I took off on my own for a wee wander in the desert
I hadn't been walking long
When I came across this thing sticking out of the ground
It was a kind of strange looking dial with ancient markings on it
I thought to myself this could be a real find
I might get some money out of this...
I started nudging at it with the toe of my boot
But then suddenly I hear this little voice "Go on, pick it up"
So I turn around expecting to see someone there
But there's no one, no one there
Well that's odd I think. So I start nudging at it again with my boot
And then I hear the same little voice again"Go on, pick it up"
I look around and there's no one there only some rocks, the sand and... and this, this prickly looking desert Bush,
I look at the Bush a bit suspiciously and I say rather amusingly not expecting an answer
"Are you talking to me... you talking to me ?"
Well I tell you, Jaysus I nearly jumped out of my boots when the Bush it snaps back at me rather curtly "Well who the hell else would I be talking to, you're the only one here aren't you!!!
A Bush with an attitude I thought, I bet Moses never had to put up with that
Then I thought to myself 'this isn't the kind of Bush you meet every day'.
So I bent down and picked it up, the strange dial
'What is it ?" I asked
"It's a magical time piece" the Bush replied, "it's like the remote control device you use for your TV
It has 3 buttons, a Pause button in the middle, a Rewind and a Forward button
But instead of controlling a TV, it controls Time itself"
"Yeah!" I said a little disbelievingly
When you press the Pause button Time stops and the whole world stops
If you press the Forward button you can go into the future
The Rewind brings you back into your recent past".
'You're not serious', I said.
"So", the Bush continued, "if you're in a queue, say in a restaurant, you can press the Pause button and then you can go right up to the top of the queue and get your dinner and you can sit down and eat it in peace with no noise or distractions, time will have stopped for everyone else
No one will see you, it's like you're the Invisible Man. You can go up and down your whole world just like that".
'And I suppose' I say, 'if I ever need some money I can just nip into a shop and take it out of the till, or go into a Bank..'
The Bush cuts me off here suddenly saying "No! You can't steal/take other people's money
Instead you just go into the future, there you can get all the winning horses and winning Lotto numbers and bring all that knowledge back into the present".
And what's the Past button for?' I asked
"If you have good happy experiences you can go back and relive them over and over".
'That sounds great', I replied. I thought he would have made a great salesman this Bush.
"But why me", I asked kind of conscientiously, "why should I be so lucky",
"Well you found it", said the Bush, "and I can't use it, I'm only a Bush".
Then he went on "But be careful to keep it a secret, others will suddenly start getting curious and start asking questions
They'll want to know why you're so lucky and successful and where all your money is coming from
Even if you take a wife, she too will probably eventually start asking questions, trying to discover your secret. But remember always keep your finger to your lips, like a Sphinx never reveal to them your secret".
Then the Bush said "I've got to go now".
"You've got to go", I said a bit sadly (I was getting kind of fond of this Bush),"but you're a Bush"
Then he starts burning, becoming engulfed in flames.
"Are you alright!" I said, a bit concerned
Then he says finally "Enjoy your new toy, have a great time !
And he was gone. And I was alone again.
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 7:24 PM UTC
Hi, you have reached the voicemail box of Syreena Phelps. I am either working, sleeping, or too depressed to answer the phone. Leave your name, number, and a reason for me to live, and I'll get back to you as soon as I am mentally able. Thanks!
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 2:48 PM UTC
I pick up the phone
My fingers start to dial
A number I've typed a hundred times
Yet never called
Cause what would I say
That I'm sorry?
That I'm going away?
That you'll never see me again?
No instead I turn it off and set it at my side
Cause I'm not going to die tonight
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
i wish we didn't have to break up
every time you say your cell phone does.
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
I thought God was calling me until I realized my phone was dead and
my brain was just reverberating the ringtone that was ingrained in my head next to your name.
I'm so ******* lame, because
it was just the static along with the 100 miles with no signals.
a you showed me what love was when I thought my savior had left me.
I thought you were the one, darling..
only to have you smash my heart as much as my ******* phone screen.
it's okay though,
I have my network to back me up after you left me.
so more more dial tones.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
Human beings need help.
They can’t do it completely on their own.
That’s why we spend some time calling out to people.
But it just ***** when you keep calling out to those,
Who have already hung up the phone.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Writing your number,
To make sure I remember,
On that cold December,
Lost with ember,
Her name was amber,
Lovely as ever,
Jesus Christ would be intrigued,
At the creation he presented,
With a smile like yours indeed,
And your eyes I forgot to mention,
The love you give is incredible,
And your character kissed my heart,
And I was lost.......
And I was lost,
Making me figure out that what I've lost,
Is only a figment of my imagination,
Writing your name and number on this bag,
Is my motivation.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
All I got every time
Was this
Line
Is
Disconnected
Please try again later,
I had tried to dial
But you weren't answering
My calls,
How could you disconnect
What we had
Our line was connected
For so long,
Thoughts,
Emotions,
Love,
Were the voices at the end on the line.
But no matter
How many times I try,
"You'll not pick up"
I think your heart now rings for another
You
Disconnected
Me
So my receiver I put down
As the call never to be
Answered,
As our hearts are disconnected
Now from each other.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
The tendril trees
Girdled, rootless, leafless, and lifeless
Planted Along trails
Blazed by the pony Express
DOT DOT DOT
DASH DASH DASH
DOT DOT DOT
Information fast
The tethered tress
Link each house online
So that lights will burn
Talk is text
Manners dictate it to be rude
Don't ring the phone at five
Its dinner time
Sadly
No one is home
Its the modern family plan
Rarely if ever is everyone
Together at once
The hearth is cold
The head of the table empty
No one is home
Da da ling da da ling da da ling
Hello Leave a message at the beep
Beep
The connected age
A virtual world of
Artificial togetherness
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC