ladies talking on the telephone

as the green fish swallow the blue fish the ladies
talk on the telephone
as the drunken trombone player needs red rose
oxygen under the armpits the ladies
talk on the telephone
as these stairways slide bloody like crushed-skull
Friday the ladies
talk on the telephone

their nerves wave like flags
because we can never grieve enough
to get it done
the ladies talk on the telephone because
the coked comedians can't unleash us from
the drab non-complexity of promises and
presidents
the ladies talk on the telephone because
we are tired naked to the bone
looking out of windows
putting our shoes on and taking them
off

the ladies talk on the telephone
their nerves wave like flags
because we keep finding and losing
keys, pens, mates

and even though the monthly phone
bill takes two hands to lift
out of the mailbox and
a hand truck to run them up
the driveway
to the front door,
I forgive them.