Cut The Cord Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Waking up at 9: 30 in the morning,
The phone bludgeoning my head,
Impaling me to my bed.
I was startled by the mere surprise
Of someone calling me in the
Morning.
I’ve not had many phone calls in my life,
I’ve not had many invitations
To bliss
And other things.
But then, the portent
Of someone calling in the morning
Is as easy as a sugar cane
In the impertinent hours
Of a dismal evening.

Someone was calling me,
And I answered it
With a wry yet candid breath
Of exhausted hope
From waiting too much
In the rain
Covered with the pangs
Of the heavens.
“Hello? ”

The wind blustered,
The cicadas clambered through
The thick lapses of the unmanned
Integuments of the residues
That I have left.
The bed whirs in satiety.

“Hello? ”
I am back behind the sparrows,
I knew who called.
And I knew,
I’d face death today.

“Your time is up.”
The caller incognito said.