Disconnected (feat. Allen Ginsberg)

I am a victim of telephone
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
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."
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"
ringing at dawn ringing all afternoon ringing up midnight
ringing now forever
ringing now forever
ringing now forever
ringing now forever