The Shutting Post

I'm wide awake and more than missing
an inkling of the previous night
Were you aware in three way sound
that call-ins hissed into the fight
And I was thinking maybe we could
get together, hash blanks out
But Mister Grin and Misses Whiler
have more than miles to keep apart

Tell me you think I'm gracious
I'll be confessor, you my shrine:
In places we don't like to peek
I'll pull and pip, "It's over now"

Here's your rosette for time on tour
and letters from the battlefront
Dis-missives textured for conditions
past and legions from affront
Lacunas cut from disconnection
extorted from dishonesty
So paw and press the whole damned mess
that records slip and whisper hush