telephone
keep ringing and ringing
you motherfuck
idiot neighbors
keep talking and talking
your outside neighborly bullshit
everyone else
stay online where you belong
continue unspooling
your constant vomit of ego and id
i’m
unplug
unplug-ed
killed the lights
drawn the shades
starting in on the second bottle
of wine
with the dumb sun
still blazing
in the chump sky
alone
blessedly alone
except for a good woman
sitting next to me
on the crumb filled couch
innocent in the near dark
dressed in the blue light
of the muted television
as soft music plays
and the football boys
win another week
for america
thinking to myself
that some revolutions
take next to nothing
to achieve
some revolutions
are as
simple
as
this.
–John Grochalski