My friend makes an

important connection

--a call collect---

on our cellular

structure.

Letters shift

across the board . . .

He says the cellphone

is the new Ouija

and I am sure

He's in the know.

I'm texting back in group

several years before, on

the memory of some

interrelationship of

poltergeists

--every time my phone

disappears and reappears

in odd spots of the flat

or blinks menacingly

on the floor at night

spasmatic

I commune with the

spirits believing,

You are out there

light years

hanging

telekinetic

invisible threads

on a battery

tapping

And you say--

we are already dead

from God's perspective.

Hell, some call it a fiery place of sin among all the other sinners

Hell, some call it self punishment self reason

Hell, What I call it?

Life

What do I mean

Everyones life is bad to themselves

Good or bad?

No everyone is sad

Face it

Peoples lives are living hell

Why else would we say that

Abuse

Suffering

Addiction

We all face these things

Sadly

Some face all

Some face none

Some face few

But me?

Oh well thats kinda cute

I just finished saying everyone faces it

I shouldnt be destrictive

Or this could get evicted

Im sorry to hit you with all of this

For this can be a hit

On your mental health?

No

On your hell

Your life is hell

Everyone is in hell

Me you, even the guy next to you

Dont thank me.

I would prefer if you hate me

For giving you a view

You didn't quiet knew

Thais an Ouija board

Why won't you talk to me

I'm so alone and would kill to hear your voice once more

Just move the dial and select your letters

Please turn the knob and other your door

I miss you and want you next to me

In a way where we can touch

Instead of just trading cold spots

Being by myself is just too much

Why were you ripped away?

Just set up the board so I can talk with you

I don't need anyone else, you're the only life I need

Make me feel alive with only your view