ANSWER THE PHONE

The Phone Is Ringing In My Head...

I Know The Caller Has Been Dead

For Ages Now And Can't Be Calling...

The Room Spins Slow And Now I'm Falling

Into Darkness Like The Others...

Maybe I Will Join My Brothers

There In What They Have Become...

Maybe I Would Have More Fun

If I Was Nothing More Than Dust...

If They Aren't Here I Know I Must

Continue On Without Their Passion...

Shroud Myself In Blackest Fashion...

Overdose On Life Without Them...

Take Their Calls Wherever I Am...

Dance In Darkness With No Other...

Love Completely With Each Lover...

Answer Slowly Without Answer...

Console That Grief Infection Cancer

That Has Eroded What We Were...

Can Not Allow This To Recur...

But Can Not Bear To Be Alone...

But Can Not Answer That Damned Phone...

Can't Remember...

Can't Forget...

This Is The Worst That I've Had Yet.

© NOVEMBER 7, 1999 By Jason Wright