Disconnected (feat. Allen Ginsberg)

I am a victim of telephone
 When I lie down to sleep dream the Wishing Well it rings
 "Have you a new play for the broken down theater?"
 When I write in my notebook poem it rings
 "Buster Keaton is under the Brooklyn bridge on Frankfurt and Pearl..."
 When I unsheathe my skin extend my cock toward someone's thighs fat or
 thin, boy or girl
 Tingaling-"Please get him out of jail... the police are crashing down"
 When I lift the soupspoon to my lips,
 the phone on the floor begins purring
 When I muse at smoke crawling over the roof outside my street window
 purifying Eternity with my eye observation of gray vaporous columns in
 the sky
 ring ring "Hello this is Esquire."
 When I lift the soupspoon to my lips,
 the phone on the floor begins purring
 "Hello it's me-I'm in the park two broads from Iowa... nowhere to sleep
 last night... hit'em in the mouth"
 ringing at dawn ringing all afternoon ringing up midnight
 ringing now forever
 ringing now forever
 ringing now forever
 ringing now forever