As expected: 00h00

1

I denied you a “turn around” with a telecom nickel in the slot

destroying us through the greasy worn receiver ,

etching feelings that carved through the  static speaker 

I had a slashing thirty minutes with you and a queuing,

old bitch complaining about the cold and the verbal abuse

 2

An inflammation of feeling stains the road, the fields and the river

“How could you “

“How could you “

Gruesome sad blues turns into a stretching, elastic feeling

of black, every fucking city colour drowning morbidly into its swell 

dark, stumbling, loitering for another empty booth 

3

Detonating fear through hoarse ambulances, police and kids

looking through dirty curtains crying
 

“where are you now “

“Where are you now “

4

The nickel falls, hits the stainless steel belly flat

it makes a bad sound that says “Clank”

The phone never rings 

it’s disconnected, it peeps...peeps

She is with him

5

(He is fucking her)