Thursday, January 3, 2013

shadow of klink


plastic phone
phonebone
never tip-a-tap tangents and tablets
spin like the cycle of seasons
I never wanted to share my every thought
(you didn't either, I bet?)
in a Hogan's Heroes hopechest
pressing my nose
against the glass of the past
and now we tip-a-tap talk
and watch it all
pass away
like a cycle of seasons
that never existed
at all

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