when i lie down to sleep dream the wishing well it rings have you a new play for the broken down theater when i write in my notebook poem it rings buster keaton is under the brooklyn bridge on frankfurt and pearl when i unsheathe my skin extend my cock toward someone s thighs fat or thin boy or girl tingaling please get him out of jail the police are crashing down when i lift the soupspoon to my lips the phone on the floor begins purring hello it s me i m in the park two broads from iowa nowhere to sleep last night hit em in the mouth when i muse at smoke crawling over the roof outside my street window purifying eternity with my eye observation of gray vaporous columns in the sky ring ring hello this is esquire be a dear and finish your political commitment manifesto when i listen to radio presidents roaring on the convention floor the phone also chimes in rush up to harlem with us and see the riots always the telephone linked to all the hearts of the world beating at once crying my husband s gone my boyfriend s busted forever my poetry was rejected won t you come over for money and please won t you write me a piece of bullshit how are you dear can you come to easthampton we re all here bathing in the ocean we re all so lonely and i lie back on my palette contemplating 50 phone bill broke drowsy anxious my heart fearful of the fingers dialing the deaths the singing of telephone bells ringing at dawn ringing all afternoon ringing up midnight ringing now forever 