Attached to a Phone Cord

It was an image out of time

 

A man walking with telephone in hand

 

The long handset at his right ear

 

The bulky base hanging from his fingers

 

At his waist, the curling cord

 

Like a bandolier across his chest

 

A long cable trailing along the floor

 

A slender, flat worm, fixed to the wall

 

Shifting as he paced around the room

 

Watch, as from time to time he switches

 

The parts of the phone form hand to hand

 

Pausing for a moment to cradle the handset

 

Between his shoulder and his ear

 

The phone base swings from left to right

 

The handset mid-sentence, from right to left

 

An archaic dance, a vision from childhood

 

When we were tethered by the cable

 

To the phone, by the cord

 

Within which electrons flow

 

As now they pass right through us

 

Ten thousand conversations at a time

 

Binary signals in the ether, invisible fingers

 

Digital ones, and zeros, drawing pictures

 

Touching nerves

 

Inside us 

 

Given on the open mic at:

 

The New Shit Show, Minneapolis

The Fox Egg Gallery

2016.10.21

 

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