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long-distance service

a few years ago
i found a good deal
online for
long-distance service

a new company
with a very low
price for minutes
no hidden charges

things were fine
with their
reception & billing
& nothing was unusual

but since
we've moved
& i've tried &
tried to get the long

long-distance service
activated --
3 phonecalls
in 18 days to capsule

communications
without luck --
oh i talk to a real
person,

but
nothing
else
happens.

same
recording
that my long-distance
service is not activated

when jerome
& madera, capsule operators,
say it's
all ok.

well,
fuck
them.
i've had enough.

i've
switched
everything over
to aye tea & tea

for twenty-four
ninety-
five a month
unlimited minutes

anywhere
at any time
in the u.
s. a.

 
hurricane hits land

it's a monster hurricane
in the atlantic
packing one hundred &
sixty mile winds,

huge mass of round
clouds, intense, heading
for the carolinas --
hits d.c., thousands

lose power.
this very moment
it's all transpiring
in the south.

erie is in
the path of
what will be
a very wet storm

starting
soon.
it's just
cloudy, darkening.

one of the two
front maple trees
is changing
colors --

punky skateboarders
roll down
old broken sidewalk
concrete.

will
our
cellar
flood?

 

MAX

max
is a black cat

we
laugh

max
tumbles

over chair-legs
clawing for

a rolling
plastic tube

we
laugh there

in our new
kitchen

that's when
i last kissed

you
before my daylight

sleep
then coming

downstairs
where max

is sprawled
like a black

hole
across a doorway

i woke
a few times

whether from
wrong number

phone-
calls

or max
gnawing on my

blanket'd
big toe

i don't
know

bad
sleep

final
night

of work
tonight

cable
connection

tomorrow
afternoon

meanwhile
max

chews at
our wires

we
laugh

 

wrong number

it's been happening every day
since moving here on the first,

teachers from local
schools calling & leaving

messages about tanya
or darnel's homework notebook;

some drunk lady
asks for bill

or
thalia or somebody;

same young boy
timidly goes "hel

lo" or a very young
girl wants marcy;

"ain't this jet 101?
ain't this marvin in the

morning?"
no.

i admit i
scream sometimes:

to the drunk lady
yesterday i spit

out WRONG NUMBER
ASSHOLE!

hung
up

she
called back

again i yell
WRONG NUMBER ASSHOLE!

 

me at 49

look, it isn't right
my belly is such one
huge balloon. i think
they unloosened my guts
after the 2nd colonoscopy
so my internal organs
gooey intestines,
bulge there, fall out
at the bottom
of a thick hairy skin
sack. i keep growing
& growing,
bulging out
blubber.
my cock is a cork-
sized thumb,
i am
losing
my glandular
hormones
like a dyke
has broken
the will of
sperm to
burst
thru
brick
or
leather

smack me across
the head with a
brick

while
jacking
my tiny dick off

cum
dribbles
once

like
a drip
of wax

down
a birthday
candle

ok
old
fat &

mad
way out
there

 

john ritter at 54

what a fuck
a man most men
wld be repulsed by --

whine & hand-
animations &
fruit-cake hair

what
the fuck
was he?

tons
of
money

 

hot off the press
you know how it goes

a new ron androla chap
release: 08.2003
art by filipski
fingerprintpress
co-editor Rank Stranger Press

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