.
Your voice on the telephone
is sugar to my ears
Your electric breath nudging magnets,
eating miles as it comes —
meeting relays, swelling,
exciting antennae…
Your voice runs with light
It enters at absurd gates
convoluted to catch frequencies
of love and death; appendages
that on my young freshcut head
once stood out like pink wings
Now on this motel phone
buried in bedclothes they catch you,
or what of you electricity brings
Miles and geography disappear
Squeezed to bits by chips
you come juice sweet, and ease
through the earpiece of this
sugarphone
……………………
Jim Culleny; 1991
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Blink 