Phone

There is no silence
Like the unanswered call:

Cadenced silences
Chop out the growing horror
Like chunks of finger
On a cutting board.

Such perplexion as the
Silence drones on and on;
Questions spin like spiders
Entangling nerves in elaborate traps.

Edges of imagination
Snare the cogwheels of reason;
I cannot rest for the
Hollow pounding of my plastic heart.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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