Long Distance I try to call you, sending out lines, feelers Casting lures in January Catch a busy signal in May Three answering machines in June and lost my bait. Must be the weather, farming weather Harvest moon and heavy machinery There's a bumper crop coming in Calls go out, but Man, there's nothin' out there just the sound of the wheat growing I know you're out there eating sushi out of bus tubs you wrote me, I think I could hardly read your writing, your hieroglyphics somethin' 'bout Hallowe'en dressed as a woman, somethin', somethin' harassed somethin' hit the guy BAM! somethin' somethin' hospital. What a drag. Sincerely - I wonder what you look like now? What does the All-American boy look like now? All the New Yorkers I know are alcoholics or strung out on somethin'. Except the reformed ones in AA trying not to trip on the 1st step I asked a friend if he saw any famous people in AA and if so - who? But he just kept mouthing, 'Alcoholics Anonymous Alcoholics Anonymous' Hey, man, you can trust me Well, okay. Where are you man? Mi amigo, mon frere! I can't compete with New York It's characters are not human they are cleverer than we. I cast lines in July get dial tones and substantial bills talk to a girl named Judy, who says I got the wrong number, but talks to me anyway. She thinks Robert Zemeckis is GOD and Back to the Future is the greatest thing next to Newt Gingrich's election Ohmigod, my ears are bleeding! What the fuck are you doing at NYU, you bitch! I hang up quick, and try to send her Back to the Past But she has Caller I.D. and I'm fucked. Ring, ring. I cast lines in August, September, October It's the real Harvest time the Pumpkins are out in force But you're hiding, or fallen off the face of the earth Somethin' drastic, inevitable, irrevocable irreplaceable... Hi, I'm not here right now, is anybody here right now?       WangZen