the gospel.
2005-09-01 1:29 p.m.
the lord almighty sat between us,a third wheel dignified, alone
in his strength and in his might
but unwanted as subjects go
and the phone had its mind to ring
every third or fourth night, cold
to send unheeded loving my way
to remind me that i was a ghost
caught years ago into ideas held
by men who spoke so soft and slow
who called to tell me that they needed
to love me, to always know
my movements in those great gaping spaces
that had settled down between us both
but phone lines cannot carry conversations
held between such men and ghosts.