Mike Demyan's Landline by Ryan Buynak
Mike Demyan's Landline
The call came from an unknown
Calais, Vermont number, and there's
only one academic/poet/music/collage artist
I know who live in those necks of woods.
I had to call him back,
as I was dealing with a personal matter,
but what a joyful phone call,
to have break up the monotony of pandemic life.
When I call him back.
it rings forever, and he answers startled
at the landline, which I laugh at,
because I'd love to throw my iPhone in a river forever.
We spoke of Portuguese translations;
I smoke weed while we speak,
then I put away the dishes loudly,
but listening, because I am laughing so much.
I tell him that Coyote Blood Press
would put out anything, any kind of book
he wants to make, because hell,
I put out a book of silly yet therapeutic lists.
We admit Portuguese translations
won't sell, but who cares; we can do whatever,
and Mike is a killer in the word game.
The dude can spin a poetic web of wonder and he is wicked smart.
Sadly reminisced about the New York
Poetry Festival, which would've been last
weekend, he references a picture of us
and Drag and BVR in the bathtub at KGB bar.
He told me he has to give a speech
at a wedding this Saturday,
but had just found out
he is the Best Man yesterday.
I drop a glass but catch it right before
it smashes and I am so proud of myself, my heroics,
but Mike doesn't hear
and I don't mention it.
Twenty seconds later,
I drop a ceramic ramekin and it breaks,
and I am sad because I stole that ramekin
from Alice's Tea Cup a long time ago.
From quarantine dreams,
we ride bikes in conversation,
back and forth, wild and wonderful,
simple and happy.
Mike suggests the new Perry Mason adaptation
on HBO and I agree to watch it after I finish
this show I am watching a woman picked,
so it's my turn next, I guess.
An hour and a half has gone by,
and I can't think of anything more poetically productive
than chatting aimlessly and earnestly,
but with purpose, with a pal.
I feel like there is a ghost friend
in this house with me now;
the blinds move on their own and the tv turns on,
Mike guesses right that it's Home Shopping Network.