Be careful who you call. You
could be in violation. This
phone booth tilts like Pisa.
Just another freak in a
black plastic bag. I
don’t mind if I do, he said,
helping himself to a shoe
through the broken window.
Forget the whistles. This boy
is gone. Change left in the
change return. Who is your
sweeting? Range over the city
like a voice. Like a plague
in the guise of a rainbow.