by P.A. Levy
phone rings
let it
sound of church bells
across the village green
if only
i’ll just lay here ‘til it stops
i know this ceiling’s
love line & heart line
like the palm of my hand
the phone still rings
it’s midday
the pulse of a high rise
a low bass rumble
guttural
like a resonator dog
guarding his bone
the pulse is a bitch
that never shuts up
the phone stops just lays there
like a resonator dog
the pulse of a high rise
bone
bitch
never shuts up
if only across the village green
phone rumble
love line
the palm of her hand
ring
it’s midday
guttural
sound of church
in the palm of my hand
the pulse of a bitch
love line & heart line
rings
high rise to the ceiling
on the village green
here lies
the bone of a resonator dog
and a buried bass
rumble
it’s midday that never shuts up
guttural
the phone rings again
the phone is a bitch
this time i pick it up
dr benway needs his fix
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