Waiting for the Voice on the Line

Good stuff.*

Wow!

I always get this recorded message: "Yo, you haz reached the desk of the Lord, who he'ps those who he'p theirselfs." He's a Southern hip hopper, evidently *

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I identify with the last 4 lines.

Sometimes I think everything is pre-recorded.

*, Gary. Good poem. but to get to your Lord I think you have to dial your own number.

Thanks for all the responses.

I identify with the first 8 lines ;)

Thank you, Neil.

honesty.

Thanks, Meg.

Years ago, while similarly snockered, I ran across a listing for the Zen Society of Cleveland in the white pages of the telephone book... my favorite reading in moments of solitude and scotch. I called their number. It rang, but no one answered. It became an obsession, me calling and listening to the phone ring. Weeks. Months, a year. No one answered. I wrote a story about this, but I don't think anyone believed the premise. I'll post it here some time. Life is strange, but we... Oh, we are stranger. At least I am.

Thanks, James.

@ James-- loved that bit about the Zen Society. Ha!

@ Gary H. Yep. This is a zen-like treatment of ritual. *

Thank you, Brenda.

Crazy for the Lord and dialing a non-working number time and again. I think I understand as much as I am meant to. And that makes me happy as a monkey with his hand in a wide mouthed jar. Cheers Gary.

Thanks, W.R.