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I dial *67
before I
call myself
an artist

but don't answer
blocked calls
and refuse
to get my
wisdom teeth
pulled

scratching
your head
for you
listening
to my own
songs
bringing it
all back

nostalgia
making love
to the now
as I spy
on them
through
a key-hole

my pen
strokes
complimenting
the sound
of bed springs
as their
durability
is tested

opening
the door
a crack
and often
missing
the way
my head
used to ring

crying
drops of paint
depicting
some one else's
memories
gliding
down my cheeks

murmuring
like the
rustle of dead leaves
demanding
that they be
returned to the tree

as the urge
to turn back
weighs on me
like unwilling sleep

I hang
the phone up
after
forwarding
myself
to voice-mail

I hate
leaving
messages
free-write, done at an AA meeting,

written (09/08)
reformatted (11/08)
© 2008 - 2024 oldest-boy
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barking-at-cars's avatar
I like this.

I went through your gallery to until here with a certain kind of strong like "I won't stop, I just want to read, I can't comment, no time, I need to read" but I needed to stop here to take a breath because I like it.

A lot.