Message Left On My Machine
After a long day of paper clips
And faulty printers
And bus rides through
Interminable tunnels of perfume
I hate opening my box
And finding one damn
Postcard to Resident
The two smudgy
Photos of Missing Persons,
Different heads each week-
And the headline: Have You Seen Us?
And I hate that I haven't
But I envy my elevator
Operator
How he closes his eyes
On the rise
How he rests
Between floors
How he rests
Between floors
Tonight when I pressed the button on my machine
Your voice shouted I hate you
And I hate me and I hate how you used to
Love me but changed your mind
And I want to shout back
You're a traffic island of sin
An assistant to rage
A chef who loses his hands
In the oil
And that you're right about Ohio
The boat-sized cars
And the flat flat roads to malls
And all
I wanted was your tongue and tongue-twisters
A few permanent moments on a high sled
Red on our way down
Red on our way down
But I envy my elevator
Operator
How he closes his eyes
On the rise
How he rests
Between floors
How he rests
What I see is the red-green sign of 7 Eleven
And nightmare trucks
Pulling in and pulling out
And I hate
How they rattle my windows
Shaved beef is
Something else
I hate
And how neighbors cross the street
To watch a house burn down
And I hate the hate in the over sparkling city
I grew up in all its soot washed buildings and deep
Fanaticisms, solitudes disloyalties and sheer bad manners
Restaurants packed wall to wall with complainers
And the empty armories behind the homeless
Yes
I despise the peaceful unemployed in parks
Watching women
Cross and uncross their legs and that
Perfect handwriting of my fifth grade teacher
Who hated me because I hated her and her fingernails
Always pointing red at someone
Tonight when I pressed the button on my machine
Your voice shouted I hate you
And I hate me and I hate how you used to
Love me but changed your mind
And I want to shout back
You're a traffic island of sin
An assistant to rage
A chef who loses his hands
In the oil
And that you're right about Ohio
The boat-sized cars
And the flat flat roads to malls
And all
I wanted was your tongue and tongue twisters
A few permanent moments on a high sled
Red on our way down
Red on our way down
But I envy my elevator
Operator
How he closes his eyes
On the rise
How he rests
Between floors
How he rests
Between floorsBut I envy my elevator
Operator
How he closes his eyes
On the rise
How he rests
Between floors
How he rests
Between floors
La da da da
La da da
La da da da da da da da
And faulty printers
And bus rides through
Interminable tunnels of perfume
I hate opening my box
And finding one damn
Postcard to Resident
The two smudgy
Photos of Missing Persons,
Different heads each week-
And the headline: Have You Seen Us?
And I hate that I haven't
But I envy my elevator
Operator
How he closes his eyes
On the rise
How he rests
Between floors
How he rests
Between floors
Tonight when I pressed the button on my machine
Your voice shouted I hate you
And I hate me and I hate how you used to
Love me but changed your mind
And I want to shout back
You're a traffic island of sin
An assistant to rage
A chef who loses his hands
In the oil
And that you're right about Ohio
The boat-sized cars
And the flat flat roads to malls
And all
I wanted was your tongue and tongue-twisters
A few permanent moments on a high sled
Red on our way down
Red on our way down
But I envy my elevator
Operator
How he closes his eyes
On the rise
How he rests
Between floors
How he rests
What I see is the red-green sign of 7 Eleven
And nightmare trucks
Pulling in and pulling out
And I hate
How they rattle my windows
Shaved beef is
Something else
I hate
And how neighbors cross the street
To watch a house burn down
And I hate the hate in the over sparkling city
I grew up in all its soot washed buildings and deep
Fanaticisms, solitudes disloyalties and sheer bad manners
Restaurants packed wall to wall with complainers
And the empty armories behind the homeless
Yes
I despise the peaceful unemployed in parks
Watching women
Cross and uncross their legs and that
Perfect handwriting of my fifth grade teacher
Who hated me because I hated her and her fingernails
Always pointing red at someone
Tonight when I pressed the button on my machine
Your voice shouted I hate you
And I hate me and I hate how you used to
Love me but changed your mind
And I want to shout back
You're a traffic island of sin
An assistant to rage
A chef who loses his hands
In the oil
And that you're right about Ohio
The boat-sized cars
And the flat flat roads to malls
And all
I wanted was your tongue and tongue twisters
A few permanent moments on a high sled
Red on our way down
Red on our way down
But I envy my elevator
Operator
How he closes his eyes
On the rise
How he rests
Between floors
How he rests
Between floorsBut I envy my elevator
Operator
How he closes his eyes
On the rise
How he rests
Between floors
How he rests
Between floors
La da da da
La da da
La da da da da da da da
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Writer(s): Dina Rhoden, Scott Rhoden
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