confrontation avec mon combiné téléphonique

1. Christopher is calling
   Afternoons & late evenings
   Messages after messages
   Sense and meanings seems to fade
   Less & less words
   (Dying fountains)
   More & more sounds
   (Animal metamorphosis)
   A long breath
   A strange modulation:
   Sharpe or hushing gasps.
   
   Christopher is calling
   More & more messages
   Flickering red lights
   Christopher’s voice
   Is a nightly comfort
   Christopher’s voice is a foreign mother tongue.
   
   The ogre stands still
   Thinking they’ll never get in touch
   But is that what matters?
   
   
   
   Standing in the kitchen next to the phone
   ….hoping for the sun of the beach
   Living like a son of a bitch.