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    dots Submission Name: still in lovedots

    Author: gjenkins
    Elite Ratio:    1.85 - 88/107/97
    Words: 211
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsstill in lovedots

    I finally hung the phone up
    in a fit of rage.
    I stared out the window
    I stared out in wonder
    about all the webbed out failures,
    the waves of dead marriages
    all over the city,
    all the dead conversations,
    dead jobs,
    dead hope sieged in homes
    by families who's parents
    pass on their disease

    well, I still have the poem
    it hasn't left me yet,
    through the bad marriages,
    bad jobs, homeless days swinging
    its wicked blade of humility
    at my throat while poems melt
    on summer day madness as I
    sit on park benches

    earlier, I was on the phone
    with my wife,
    said she still loved me
    but was in love with another man.
    I yelled the usual obscenities
    into the phone

    how can you be so mean to me, she cried.
    how can you treat me this way?
    I still love you-I still care about you,
    she said.

    that's when I hung the phone up.
    I suppose it's the nature of the beast.

    I stared from the window,
    a young woman in sweats gets
    out of her car, circles it and gets
    a bag out of the back seat,
    she crosses the street and
    disappears around the corner.

    Submitted on 2006-10-21 20:59:40     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      i like this. it feels...real, if you know what i mean. like it actually happened exactly as you wrote it...maybe it did? and its so very sad, because everything you said is true, about dead marriages, dead conversation.
    i love how you ended it, with the woman in sweats disappearing around the corner, thats what makes this piece so real,. i enjoyed reading this.
    | Posted on 2006-10-28 00:00:00 | by whirl | [ Reply to This ]

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