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…