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Martin Narrod
Poems
Apr 2014
Phone Calls
My body steeps in this hot sarcophagus,
Coated in fake butter topping.
I watch trollops quaffing hoppy-scotch,
Flipping wristwatches for moves to jump rope two-and-two.
Like when I was 10, and I saw this ***** white trash can of a man,
Fly out of a grocery store with a 40oz like he was Peter Pan.
But I knew deep down, in my swashbuckling soul of souls,
That Peter Pan got Wendy by being a gentleman.
So this fever, that has my mobile phone not shaking in my pocket,
I keep staring at every five seconds for you to call.
Is just another moment in my life to cherish, because if we should be married, And I want to talk. I'll just need to walk down the hall.
#love
#life
#want
#need
#alive
#i
#the
#her
#***
#it
#talk
#she
#marriage
#blessings
#but
#live
#moment
#caring
#phone
#cherish
#needs
#lives
#grocery
#seconds
#butter
#can
#popcorn
#iphone
#whitetrash
#preciousmoments
#fever
#topping
Written by
Martin Narrod
38/M/CA
(38/M/CA)
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