Monday, December 22, 2008


Ridiculously waiting on these forlorn and dusty nights
Cantankerously staring at the phone- imploring it to implode
Fandangeringly impatient; for the computer is now off
Holding onto, grasping onto, grappling all the fragments of a comfort, now passing on.
Rubbing eyes in infuriation because i'm left on hold
Poem cut short

(for i'm walking out the door)

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