Phone Booth Poem by goldtooth grin

The far end of this wire
Will hopefully be
Right where you put your head
To sleep

My end of this wire
Will hopefully ring
And turn this cold desert night
Into a moment of spring

I claim this phone booth
In the name of love
I’ll fight anyone
Who steps anywhere near
My baby’s throne

Just hanging around
This quiet temple
Without a single coin
Without a single coin
But I’m waiting
because


She’s gonna call me now
She’s gonna call me now
She’s gonna make me the happiest
Man alive


I trust those impulses
Breakdancing electric notes
More than I trust myself
More than I trust my friends
More than I trust anyone

That silver serpent
That disappears into the ground
Is gonna bring a voice
That’s gonna break the night
Cuz it’s brighter than sunshine

This magic trick
Better work once more
And though frostbites blossom
I’m waiting
because....