Zen Zen Zen Zen

Here be I
On the phone
With podunks
Grating my frustration
Down on innocent teeth
While they peck peck peck
In seedless dirt
For witless explanations
Robbing my world
Of precious minutes
Stable blood pressure
Turning into magma
I cannot reach
Through the connection
To strangle the inept
Therefore I stew
Forgetting zen
Making myself unhealthy
I must remember the stars
On a still night
Breathing in clear air
Sweeping these feelings
Out of the mind's door
Returning to nothingness.