Alchemist Phone Call

everything I put into you
it takes away
all the pieces of stars
I crush into the sublime
it eats and never
turns its head
to belch
instead
you turn
your head from
television and
from newspapers without
news of the world, without
a debriefing on the ringing
of noise and how thick it all is with fear these blurry days

(phone rings)

"Hello, is the Doctor Home To BE Saved?"
"Don't know, there are dogs in armor behaving like
bumblebees and flying towards left of center."
"Should I call for help, In the outskirts?"

(the hourglass breaks, sand spills on the cold wooden floors)

The back ground is perfect
the spindle spins and
is empty as
the last stitch is crisped
and the story is
finished.

(wind blows in through the 'out' door)

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz