Cold Call. Luke Heeley


In the nightbound house, a phone rings.
It startles a puff of spores
from an orange whitening in the bowl.

Reverse charges from another spiral arm:
a voice without a body wants to talk,
it’s asking for your middle name.

The stars are sending a message
but their morse code will take
an accordion of universes to complete.

And when you throw your voice
through the open window, it too
will perish before it can reach

the one at the end of the garden
hunting by torchlight for the root of his tongue.

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2 thoughts on “Cold Call. Luke Heeley

  1. Luke Heeley (1977) won the Eric Gregory Award from Society of Authors in 2002, and has published in a number of magazines and e-zines, including The Wolf Obsessed with Pipework, Boomerang and The Poem (www.thepoem.co.uk). His work has also been included in Anthologies: Reactions 4 (pen&inc press) and Phoenix New Writing (Heaventree Press). His last work is London Trip-Tych, film poem in collaboration with me..

  2. It is a wonderful poem for the the sense of angst and midst-ery it conveys:

    a voice without a body wants to talk,
    it’s asking for your middle name.

    This is the era of dis-placement and CCTV cameras..

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