instead of a voice

answering machine intermezzi
mechanical words
the cells of phones crowded with messages
my body cries out for the reality of your eyes
when I tell you of my happiness
so I invent a song which will temporize my ferver
fill in the gaps before a truer declaration
of love, of admiration, of thanks
with a voice somewhat recognizable
tinted with just enough emotion
to make you sorry
that the bell was unplugged
and you missed whatever it was in the spontaneous moment
of my desire to share
which was swept away by technology so sophisticated
that love affairs, friendships, family hellos
pass irrevocably through a call-me-back-later thing
known as the machine that answers instead of your lovely voice,
your kind words
your presence so needed...




instead of a voice...
14 september, 2004