[For Scarlett, I write]

The disconnected line
confirms a suspicion.
I suspect neither of us,
is, as big as we pretend.

I succumb to social discord.
False images balancing absence.

Scrolling on,
Getting by,
Doing my time,
Un-Blocked
Not ‘Un-Alive’. So, they say.
But,
…that would be…
DEAD, to you.

Skip far from this fenced off suburb.
Sorry words forbid any breach of this perimeter.
Here, is housed, a family home.
How quaint- mother, sibling, pets.
Picture …
Dog 1
Dog 2
Cat 1
Cat 2
Fish 1, Fish 2, Fish 3, Fish 4
Loriqueet
Tarantula

Noise,
Noise,
Blaring noise.
Oh, backdrop to bereavement
Oh, sorrow
Oh, grief
Refute silence.
Oh.

Be gone.
Casted all ye from
The Haunted Phone.

No one calls.

I hang mojos from trees.

A gold talisman burdens
the neck of the Un-Worthy.
Gracious, I am,
I pray
for Benedict’s poison cup to cure
One
more
soul.

No one calls.

I wouldn’t know,
I changed my number.

Curiosity broke the Cat’s
Love-
Heart.

Oh Hux,
Oh Huxy,
Oh Huxy Baby,
Huxy Boy.

Sent from Proton Mail for __________.

SJ xx