Once again it has been longer than I would care to admit since I have posted. I have a few more of those phone number poems and a short story to share. First time I am posting fiction on here. I wrote it during class. I was bored to tears. Like it or fight me.
908-625-1885
I will tear down your walls as a temple
Might fall to its corner stone
But from that rock a new
For there
Are seeds to grow walls
of
trees, shade from the sun in the month
of May. And the corner stone, a
symbol of what was
532-5184
You are my friend now
You were mine
Before
I have a habit
Of
Acting like You don’t miss the taste
Of that first kiss
