Not quite gun metal, but as deadly.
Ten catcher sequence to burn out.
A penny for a takeaway.
Sharpshooter on
the books. "Hey, hello!
Goodbye." Finger snap. Not okay.
Another quarter? Chance!
Don't let me wreck. Telepathic bruise.
Button shine and spit. The sky is reflecting
hard off of the buttons and the inlaid numbers
on the dial pad and I hope you can smell the receiver
lifting it to my ear
and putting my lips to the mouthpiece.
