dial tones

written in 2006

Dial Tones

The clouds pissed that night as he sat in his room,
the hermit staring at the blank computer screen,
his closet half empty,
a steel rod where the clothes used to hang,
a full size bed with the blankets untucked
the way they were after he kissed a
young girl’s stomach,
tracing lips down below her belly button,
“All Apologies,” the song spitting
out of the cheap computer speakers,
the cell phone flipped open in his lap,
a blue glow highlighting a shadow across his nose,
listening to the young girl’s voice,
she said she wasn’t there right now,
leave a message, or two or three,
as Cobain sang “all in all is all we are,”
all in all,
the hermit puffed the last puffs of his cigarette,
like putting the shotgun to his blue lit temple,
like pulling the trigger.

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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