Hang Ups

I pick up receivers,

talk my way out

of these thirty-six walls.

Dial-tones greet me.

I call, they're gone,

leaving busy signals.

No one home but machines!

They're out there having fun.

I leave coded messages--

desperate pauses on hold,

sighs for help. I can't stand

these hang-ups anymore.

-dp-
5-25-85