Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Love poem no 2

‘I prefer it dry’ he lied & proceeded to try & impress her with a story about his income & his busyness & his car & his business she pretended not to care answered a phone call & laughed cos her & her troupe were ever so proud of being real crazy & funny & busy & they found that people wouldn’t notice unless they told them so they made sure they did so when there was someone new around she then hung up the phone &  listened to him drone about the perks & the jerks he worked with & how he could do much better if and when he was in charge he then talked of which countries he had been to all over asia, these last 4 years & how he had got drunk she didn’t care about the details but the stories strangely aroused her but somehow moreso in her ***** she could see her kids now with blond hair & cuts like Beiber well clothed & out of the way while she stared at day time television & the lamented the angry day    that April told her to ‘get ******    &  so she slapped her across the face he was pleasant   wasn’t smelly   wasn’t fat   wasn’t asian & as for the meal he did pay the waiter brought the bill & they quivelled so for the drinks he didn’t pay they left together and slept together he didn’t call her but she didn’t care
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
aj-robertson
Australian
Published
Jan 30, 2013
Lines·Words
61·249
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell aj-robertson how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write