Celeste Poem by Stan Petrovich

celeste left me hanging
she hung up the phone
we were at odds
changing
she was
a certain woman
certainly a woman
i was a diving man
diving into the vortex
a whirling hole
i was an ugly man
all i did with that silent phone
was cough & sneeze

she wasn't there any more
she might as well be in montana
i just put on music
and cried my best

i'd go up to montana to find her
& stand alone at some railroad spur
the sun burning still in the sky
as my tears again come
hopelessly
pitifully
burning