i have reason to suspect... 

i have reason to suspect...

phone tales

i have reason to suspect that sometimes i ring a phone that does not answer.
when this happens the would-have-been conversation is lengthy and vivid, and later sticks like straw in my gullet. i suspect that it is god that doesn't answer, and that perhaps he is or she truly is the glue cow, and also the pine scented air.

in all my life there was only one person who ever really got me and he is dead now, more or less. well, gone anyway. so now i am tree falling in a forest, and i make no sound. but sometimes i make a hell of a mess.

the phone calls are just one example. when the bill comes, there are mysterious charges. it seems unfair to have to pay for things that are intrinsically incomplete, and i take my complaint to the highest officials, only to be sent to yet higher ones, with incomprehensible forms that must be
filed in triplicate, no carbons allowed. so far i have failed to find satisfaction.

if the phone were to be answered, i suspect the conversation would go something like this:

god: yes?
me: thank you. that is the correct answer. i assume that means my prayers will be fulfilled?
god: i am afraid you have the wrong number.