Phone Booth

Inside the booth
Of lonely youth.
A cozy womb
A rosy tomb

Ring you devil
Rapture revel
For a dime
Pacific time

What once you said
Crawled into bed.
Struggled to stand,
Then shook my hand.

Off you went.
Half deeds half spent.
Call when you can,
I’m your biggest fan.

Now a token
Vow of broken
Thoughts unspoken,
Falling open.

This shade of night
In Fillmore light.
A wish that might
Be mine tonight.

I carved a lovely, longing box,
You carried away on Memorial Day.
I still see you look away,
Holding words you cannot say.


6/7/21