Copyright 2004, Ryland J. Kayin Lee

 

Asunder over the phone line

and coins useless after

our sliced time

sayin hi.

Alcohol crawling astride

in frail nerves.

 

Desperate, dripping heart

tugs

at lingering

salt drop atmosphere,

asunder over the phoneline.

 

Gasp outside

reach for a hope in the payphone.

Pores tingling

the voice belonging to

the lover I adore

 

and we scramble to explain

what goes on

upon our distant dreamlands.

Asunder over the phoneline

but feeling for embrace in electric voices.