A Misunderstanding on The Telephone

A Misunderstanding on The Telphone

by Louanne Robinson

Twisted intestines

With a road map overlay of nerves

Running a frantic lacework

Of tension wired gut.

Snapped mind anchors

Whiplash at envisioned faces

Attached to disembodied telephone voices.

THE BATTLE ENSUES

"I'm right", "no, I'm right"

The opposing armies bellow in their electrical impulse impasses

That stop at the locked doors

of their own ideas.

Tragedy masks of self pitty

Grimace at each other

Through tunneled cables in hypothetical warfare

BUGLES BLARE

ATTACK

BATTERING RAMS POISED

As the door of my heart swung open

and the army rushed in for the kill

Oh stubborn pride.