No dial tone

Broken again...

 

No dial tone

 

Sweet the scent of never knowing

faceless fears and silhouettes

blooming on a hillside

of aqua thoughts and turquoise slippers

changing the colors from dark to light,

blending heartache with feathered features,

transparent in the scheme of these feelings

 

When disturbing the ant pile it is better to walk off…

then ask directions

 

Sitting at the table as jealous waiters

take orders from no one, casting neon signs

of daily specials on a blue plate avenue

in rush hour foot traffic, bringing detours with the bill,

expecting a healthy tip for having drawn the blinds

hiding you from peering eyes

and evil grins

 

Always check the silverware for evidence of previous users

before placing a napkin in your lap

 

Night brings with it the casualties of a day job,

lonely dreams scattered on splintered park benches

beneath a flickering street lamp illuminating graffiti poems

and wrong phone numbers…

silent as the one you hold in your hand,

wishing for a lighted screen, displaying her name

knowing it will not come

 

Dialing directory assistance for help in locating

the broken heart app

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

Well, that definitely sums up the feeling of any empty day, every day, waiting to hear from that special someone. Last 5 lines - dig deep and twist like a blade. An excellent write, Jack!

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. I think we are all lonely at one time or the other...which is not always a bad thing, it just seems that way

[Emerald Seas]

You're right, my friend. I find myself in those down moods from time to time - not really lonely, just missing a friend and wanting to shake 'em and go WTH... But I can't so we press on.... You know - same old stuff (can ya tell today was one of those days? ;) sigh

[Jack...]

It was the full moon today my friend...hits a lot of us creative types hard.

[Emerald Seas]

Next time I'll have to remember to just go outside and howl :)

[Jack...]

As long as your eyes don't change from green to red, I am fine with that. :)>

[Emerald Seas]

LOL - I'll see what I can do to control that!

[Antoñyo]

Interesting read...very visual, ominous even. Love how it ended.
Nice change of pace for me.

Thanks for sharing!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much for stopping by. I appreciate your visit.

[Antoñyo]

You're very welcome

[Pryde Foltz]

Great story-telling, here. Really vivid slice of life. But dear, Jack, burn her number. I kid. Hugs.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my Friend. Got a match?

[Pryde Foltz]

Got a blow torch if you need it.

[shallimarRose]

Phew, I loved this.. When I began to read I thought for sure this was going to be an entry for the "Empty" contest.. Just fantastic Jack.. xo Rose

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my good friend. Sometimes the heart sinks below what is understandable to the normal folk flitting around with balloons and lolipops. I appreciate your always kind words to me.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. I like this write alot Jack. It has depression and hopelessnes where blinds hide peering eyes to reality. I hope those evil grins go away and smiles will be upon your face ...:)

[Jack...]

Thank so much Sami. You review has made me smile.

[Sami Khalil]

That is what friends are for...You are welcome...:)

[Lydia Shutter]

The loneliness in this poem is almost suffocating. "jealous waiters take orders from no one, casting neon signs on daily specials on a blue plate avenue in rush hour traffic......" I pictured one of those all night diners painted on a black velvet background. "Meeting" people on the computer and then losing touch with them because of lies and deceit is a story told all too often. There should be a broken heart app.....so many could use it. Melancholy blues sung throughout....and the words are well written. Lydi**

[Jack...]

Lydi, I have met many people on these sites and to be honest with you, the ones I have managed to keep track of are the only ones who matter to me...besides, it isn't anything a nice tall gin and tonic wouldn't help. Thank you so very much my sweet friend for stopping by today. Always my smiles come from your reviews.

[Lydia Shutter]

I am happy to know that....you are one of the good guys. At least that is what I read on the grafitti on the park bench! :)

[Jack...]

Damn, it was supposed to read, "For a good time, call..."

[Lydia Shutter]

LOL Someone made a mistake!

[Frieda P]

Not a happy camper Jack, distressing read, you have a lot of food issues lately, just saying.

lonely dreams scattered on splintered park benches
beneath a flickering street lamp illuminating graffiti poems
and wrong phone numbers…

Great imagery here, as is the broken heart app, what could be worse?!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much sweet Frieda. My luck, even if I did have a broken heart app, my phone wouldn't get reception where I live...sheesh. But as long as I have fantastic poets telling me they enjoy my work, then I think I will make it just fine. Thanks again my good friend.

[Frieda P]

I'm sure you will Jack, I'm expecting a romantic poem from your pen any minute now...