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Waiting for that phone call Gets you. Bill’s used to waiting; Spent best part of his life in Waiting for phone calls. Any Time of day or night, the night Ones have that haunting feel. His mother rang one night, Your father’s dying, she said. Just that and a little piece of Weeping. Bill knew the agency Was due. Ok, Mother I’ll get Back to you on that. Waiting For an important call. Mother Rang off, her weeping still there. He kept it in his memory for Safekeeping. It’s on, is all he Got sometimes from some stiff Lipped **** on the line. Waiting Was the worst part. Never the Details; that he got earlier in The drop, behind the brick. All There: the who, where, when. Just waiting for the all go. Bill Sits still in the chair, having a Cigarette, smoke in the air, mind On the father who’s died; a mother Who cried; the young guy he’d ******* some hours ago in some Rented room; the phone call due. Bill remembers his father’s weak Attempt at fatherhood; all strictness, Harsh words, staring eyes, business Talks over dinner, Bill on the limb, In the cold, not listened to. He waits Coldly now for the phone call due.
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
BILL'S PHONE CALLS. (Old Poem)
Waiting for that phone call Gets you. Bill’s used to waiting; Spent best part of his life in Waiting for phone calls. Any Time of day or night, the night Ones have that haunting feel. His mother rang one night, Your father’s dying, she said. Just that and a little piece of Weeping. Bill knew the agency Was due. Ok, Mother I’ll get Back to you on that. Waiting For an important call. Mother Rang off, her weeping still there. He kept it in his memory for Safekeeping. It’s on, is all he Got sometimes from some stiff Lipped **** on the line. Waiting Was the worst part. Never the Details; that he got earlier in The drop, behind the brick. All There: the who, where, when. Just waiting for the all go. Bill Sits still in the chair, having a Cigarette, smoke in the air, mind On the father who’s died; a mother Who cried; the young guy he’d ******* some hours ago in some Rented room; the phone call due. Bill remembers his father’s weak Attempt at fatherhood; all strictness, Harsh words, staring eyes, business Talks over dinner, Bill on the limb, In the cold, not listened to. He waits Coldly now for the phone call due.
An undercover government agent and the phone calls
#dark#call#phone#assassin#agent
TerryCollett
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
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