Telefone [Interlude]

END, nothing more to say. Too tired to write. Right, call an operator if you want a story. No name, she is Noname. No call, telephone her. Telefone I meant. Telefone "Room 25" and Noname will answer like
;

Noname on the Telefone


2016 when the skull and the flower posed, pause


10 complete thoughts, background posh purple


I remember it like yesterday 


Me and you, on a foggy day, a sunny duet

Dancing a Diddy Bop, breathing the fragrance of hope


You was all I need, thoughts on a jazzy flight, trajectory futuristically bright


I performed only midnight, hoping to land
 a critically acclaimed check and a tiny desk
 married to concert but morning bled my eyes with
 a reality check

It was me with a forlorn face
, hospital gaze, they say I was in a depressed state


Milky walls silent death, the dull skull on my head
 wished for freedom

Freedom, a freedom interlude for God's sake
!

Freedom after a quarter of a leap, quarter past six


Eyes crouched with a tentative look

Apprehensive wind I could hear, whispers took


The shape of my beloved second, a friendly crook


Led me to a flame tree where my tear less calm burnt with the whirling words


In a casket pretty is where he lies, silent Nemo flying with the sobbing sparrows
 to chirping heaven. Second time I brought hollow flowers
 that once bloomed with sultry life

Forever 
will your face be my summery scent, part of the ebb that flows in my veins

Bye bye baby

And as I turn to a world a tad greyer
 than before, the shadow of past memories snap at my worn soul, call it Shadow Man
. Noname on the Telefone,


Press 9 and the call's cut


Over 9 and the call's cut


Paste a smile in your words and the call's cut


Cut and dry, even numbers are for the listening and odd for the questions


9's the exception and Noname does have a name


Noname on the Telefone, waiting…