slow exagerated movements
a blur of vision and
a stumbled grope

I list my way toward
the phone
stare sternly at the numbers
and try to dial

a familiar voice comes across
the line
and I let loose the
typical tyrade

her boredome becomes
apparent, so I
kick the self loathsome
speech into high gear

now for the closer
a small proposal
of marriage
with possible sexual connotations

blackness ensues
I wake with a limp
penis in one hand
and a blaring phone in the other

01/14/2006

Posted on 01/14/2006
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