I cracked my eyes open this morning
And glared blearily at my alarm clock.
"THREE A. M.!!" it screamed loudly
With glaring blue lights
And the beeping I attribute to a phone.
The phone in question lies in my hand
My grip having faded hours ago
When your voice slithered through
In tantalizing sound waves
Layered in the syrup of conontations
With varying degrees of holiness.
They call the recollections
Of past events that cause pain or pleasure
REMEBRANCE
I call it
A summary of everything YOU want...
And I can't be.
Don't call anymore.
I can't stand the base tone of the world...
The alarm clock,
The sirens,
The edits on a conversation transcript
And the dial tone after you hang up.
Beep...Beep...Beep...
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this was great! the way you wrote your poem was in a very different sort of style.. but it added to the effect of it all. well done, I enjoyed reading it!
Thanks for entering and good luck!
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