UNTITLED POem

The other night

I was trying to finish

an application

that I had been working on all day long...

Was:

tired

screen weary

and sick

of being indoors

Then the phone rings

it is a man taking a poll

We accidentally disconnect

I decide (with some thought)

that I'd just as soon not

phone rings

the second call (I ignore)

phone rings

the third call (machine eats)

phone RINGS RINGS RINGS

i amsopissed

"YOUCAN"TDOTHISTOPEOPLE"

and then

the next day

i think

man

maybe hates his job

maybe took it

onlybecause there was n o t h ing else

and then i am sorry as i imagine

his hurt feelings

and his wounded manhood

wounded further by me