Public Phone

A handset torn in two Red colour it is Hanging hapless, helpless In a twist by its frame The victim of a fragmented heart? If only the handset will talk A million secrets it will spew forth A thousand Hearts shamed and spurned A million ideas for novels and movies born A telephone coin box cracked open A hundred coins stolen The victim of a desperate vandal? The public phones, an authority's Effort to get folks connected Enduring all their whims and fancies Their conditions telling tales Of their mental health