-random harvest-

the phone rang last night; It's Bach's "Tocatta and Fugue".

a girlfriend is calling.

she’s busy. she’s always busy.

lots of things on the fire; writing books to give people
a lift in need of one, jazzy front-girl in the manner of Peggy Lee,
on the move to strange-sounding places like Boca Raton and

Delray Beach where palm trees make their living.
then, on occasion, northward to where I sit, an old icicle

for poetry and haircuts.

she’s a whirlwind, that one.

even over the phone she gives me boner.

I liked the idea of the old land-line rotary telephones

during the time when standup comedian George Carlin quipped:

"when you dial, do you keep your finger
in the hole for the free ride back"?

there are no free rides anymore.
time was, "talking over the phone"
was a true sense of connection for the voice of man;

simply follow the wire.