Hello this is Greg
I can’t answer
the phone right now
because I am busy
doing absolutely nothing –
Because I am changing
the air in my skies –
Because I can no longer
afford to own a voice –
Because the telephone
has come down sick –
Because I have learned
that the morning
is cancelled…
This air
I have cultivated
impresses the observer
that I am a man
with considerable
obligations,
so significant
and demanding
even I
can't remember
all of them –
I will return
your call
when
the lion
retreats
from
my bathroom,
and after
the carpet
stops singing
when I
am trying
to sleep –
I save time
by not needing
a statue
or ikon
to pray to;
it is much simpler
to get lost
inside
the vague
roadmaps
of
the air,
inside
the obscure,
not unpleasant
journeys
of
a lazy afternoon –
Hello this is Greg
I can't answer
the phone right now
because my ears
are sentenced
by my heart
and my desire
to continually listen
for my beloved's song
in the distance –
if you are calling
to help me
go on
doing
nothing
I will hear
your message
and persist
in my uselessness,
an enigmatic
absentee,
legendary
in the landscapes
of non-doing,
and only
this
delicious
woman
knows
the truth