The Hot Place


I think that I can see
change coming on the wind.
I am asked
and I do respond.
But I feel the jade
of the drone
of the years
Could you drown
in a pit of ink and
movable type?
Why does the read
leave me cold?
Satisfied with grey and black
Full color dull paper tower.
The real call
is never a heart speed
and the fake call
sends my heart pounding.
Reverse reverberation
And I haven’t even started
to feel the rhythm.