Phones are nasty nasty creatures.
I'd like to get back to the bench
Where farcical institutions made romanticized sense.

So then we could say that two became one,
except for body and instruments to communicate.

Brevity is lost. As is anonymity.
Full stops are replaced. By commas.
Comma is a terribly ugly word.

'Madness is your emergency exit.'
Quotation marks add greatly to the prettiness factor.

I give ear
to her in hell.

I give head
to him, who fell.

My sister saw the board in the railway station announcing a trains destination as very happy.
I still find it beautiful.

I've gotten terribly obsessive about my feet, which adds inconvenience to everything I do. Like a chipped nail.

Acknowledgment by the outsider is becoming very important.
For, we are one and need our existence to be given a head shake by a second.