One Moment Please!

Slogging with patient on the phone line,
slowly contaminating my mind,
with octagonal molecules of boredom,
and the phone cord has been knitting
around my prickly weathered fingers
since being placed on hold.

They tease and taser my mind,
every 180 seconds,
with little audible recordings
``Please hold the line
an operator will be with you shortly``
or ``Please hold the line
to maintain your priority``
and thank you for choosing us
as your car insurer``

1 minute
2 minutes
4 minutes more
The phone receiver
is looking more
like a dead parasitic twin
that has been hanging
on my every conversation
for the last 24 years.

1 hour,
2 hours,
4 hours,
8 hours more
A whole day of waiting
and still no one responding.
I looked mummified
with piercing slate grey eyes
reflecting against the moon
that slowly screws itself
to the nightly blue sky.

I think I'm going to bed
and try to phone a company
that actually gives a damn