Letting the Cables Sleep (poetry)

Big, beady chair, cigar dragging its feet
Scrawled out, she said...no way you're going first
So this is what it would've felt like
"Operator - 2939 Claibourne,
Too late, but you should probably show up anyway" - *button*
He couldn't smell the blood anymore,
He could still hear the shower

Ponderous.

, So I sit,
And smoke,

• Big
• beady
• drag
• feet
• crawl
• Operator
• Razor
• anymore

• American Baby
• way you're going
• Too late, but
• He could still hear
• Selling Pictures