Poetry Archives Bio
December 15, 2004
5:06 PM
cell death

This poem has appeared in Granville.

hi
how are you
oh yeah
what did he say

what indeed
can chop a cat's
  tail into two halves
 of a prisoner's song

yeah i'm on the bus
going fast coming home
hey did you see the game
oh well
oh no

  well this is what
you've bargained for
 on your ever reaching
  cell you divide into the
  earpiece and the microphone

so that
 you are always there
   so what
i have my
 notebook
 my pen

and I'm as
equally
connected
  as you
 to yester
 day's
  parties'
ghosts

 on no
signal
weak
  carrier
 lost
   try dialing
   again