i am curling up.

as a child my job was to empty

the Hoover upright (model 652A). Unzip the sides,

drag the dust covered sac halfway to the curb. Today,

like those Houyhnhnm Horses endowed

with reason that Swift wrote about I own a Swiffer Sweeper

that reaches into the hollows,

the corners, the questionable spaces

that pain and grief goes

to make their beige balls. Unforgiving

is now renamed "nevertheless". I purchased

a rotary phone from the Thrift store just to see

if I could remember how to wind

my way thru the numerology of reason. (The world

has become either religious or transcendent). I had

to buy a table to hold it, a wooden one

with an attached seat..Me and Henry had to

turn it sideways to get it in the side door.

I will place it like death is placed

next to rooms without windows; next to

endings before their time. How selfish the immovable is.

How unyielding the immaculate becomes

when tears are derived from a single premise.

Lost, unable to cling anymore nor sing, I love you.

I mean, the way it was when we had to scrunch down low

and cup our other ear to hear each others breathing.

The informatics of night comes back like bursts of flame.

This time though, to make the demons happy,

I will reach you human thru the land line,

call you by your name.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

wow...wonderful journey of pains and regrets and all those hard things of living ..love that Hoover ;) and the "...beige balls" .. and... well every line is striking in its own way and impact .. what a fine poem .. so much to be said about how technology has broken down finer arts of communication ... as you closing line imprints on me .. well done says i! original personifications ...social commentary that is sharp and reminds me how we are connected to the past .. love this poem
E.
ps into the ol' library it goes!

[h d e rushin]

than you dearest Einstein Noodle.....for those words...I just got back in town from burying my great aunt...102 years old....I can only wish.....dana

[Einstein Noodle]

so sorry for that loss ...the oldest in our family dies a year or so ago ..she was 109 and except the last two weeks; lived in her home with minimal help during the days :( again, my condolences to you and your family.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i only own a land line...i want to hear and not lose calls...but we drop lots of communication these days with all this technology...and we have to keep buying bigger and smarter until we have totally lost who we are in what we own.

so thoughtful, this piece...as always, dana
j.

[h d e rushin]

like you Jacob, I don't own a cell phone. "Smart" to me is no technology but the person having to sort it out....In fact, I use the same old push button phone on my kitchen wall, circa 1967..Hey, i'm old.Thank you my friend for those kind remarks...dana

[emmajoy]

'The informatics of night comes back like bursts of flame.
This time though, to make the demons happy,
I will reach you human thru the land line,
call you by your name.'

As should be so you know you and your other is present, alive and kicking, reasoned. Human.

Life has adapted to the manufacturers of too easy, too quick.. to less likely to make memories of sideway's manoevres. When you acquire one thing, needs a leeetle more to make it work.. or not. You type natural linguistic metaphors; doubt you need create those. ' .. could remember how to wind my way thru the numerology of reason. (The world has become either religious or transcendent). '

My understanding.. want to see what others find.. i will return..

[h d e rushin]

I try to write a poem every day, down from every two hours....I read everything, all day though. Your latest was just sensational...thank you my friend....dana