#lastcall
Your name lights up my phone
on a random Tuesday night.
You must have left home again.
The life you chose
must be heavy tonight
if it sent you looking for me.
But you’re not choosing me.
You’re escaping here.
And I remind myself
I am no more important now
than I was
the day you walked away.
That’s the truth of us.
I would have made you
the first choice.
The only choice.
But for you
I’m the last call.
The girl who will always answer.
The girl who still hopes
every time your name appears.
The girl who one day
might love herself enough
to let it ring.
One day.
But not tonight.
Tonight I answer.
Soft voice.
Open arms.
How have you been?
I’ve missed you.
And for a moment
you settle into me
like you never left.
Like I was always
meant to be home.
But this time
I keep a little distance.
Not because the love is gone.
God, it isn’t.
It’s still sharp.
Still hungry.
Still capable of ruining me.
But I’ve survived
your leaving
too many times
to pretend I don’t know
how this ends.
You show up.
You remind me
that I love you.
And then you leave again.
Swearing it’s different.
Swearing you’ll try.
Swearing you want the life
you spent seventeen years building.
And then you disappear
back into it.
Leaving me behind
in the quiet that follows.
A little more broken
than before you came.
A little more in love.
And somehow
a little harder
to put back together.
But tonight—
Welcome back, babe.
I’ve missed you.
Stay as long as you need.
You always do
just long enough to break me again.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 4:32 PM UTC
Last call
for a shot of medicine;
out the doorway,
jettisoned-
street eddied,
car horns blare
in discordant reveille;
resurrected revenant's
footsteps stumbled,
met cement unsteadily.
Emotionally bankrupt,
emptied and spent of sentiment;
debt, tremendous,
weighing heavily;
penniless gentleman,
beggar prince unmentioned,
last possession
only paltry poetry expressed
in signature sanguine,
saccharine,
and left stretched pencil thin.
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 10:42 PM UTC
Last call, last shout
Last drop till the last drought
We had our chance
And we're all still blowing it
Here's the line
Who will start towing it?
Sink or swim
It's time to start rowing it
We're all standing on
Broad shoulders of greed
We all grew up dependent
on disposable sneeds
Woven from the tufts
of the Redwood trees
But it's not our fault,
It wasn't you and me
It was some old grandstander
That we'll never see
Right...?
Well... Yes and no
And it only goes to show
That this house built of windows
Can't stand one more stones throw
So do we quit our jobs and stop driving?
**** I don't know...
We're past the point of blame
It's not all just a game
The more years you've got
The more hot you'll trot
Believe it or not...
So here's to the treaties!
Lower emissions and make it speedy!
**** all the billionaires,
Let's take care of the needy!
Too much to ask?
They never said it'd be easy.
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 1:15 AM UTC
*ring *ring *ring
-Hello....
-I'm about to **** this guy
And he already knows why
I got my gun pointed at his head
All I got to do is pull the trigger and he's dead
But why I called you I don't know
Now I'm a hang up and let you go
I don't want you to hear the sound of the shot
And after I'm done I'm out the spot
Maybe head up north for a while
Find a new city, start a new life, stop acting so wild
Or maybe I want you to say something to stop me
Tell me when you look at me what do you see?
Am I a sinner or a saint
I'm tired of having all this pain on my plate
They say god will never give you more than you can handle
But it seems like his hand slipped on me tho
Now here I am with my gun pointed to his head
Pull the trigger and he's dead
Lifeless
Blindness
Because I'm the guy that's laying dead
Put the gun to my own head
*POW!!!
-...............hello
*beep *beep *beep *beep *beep
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
It's always when the magic hits that blissful ****** up buzz I'm alone in the bar putting up the stools up closing down as usal.
I always have one behind the bar light a cigar just soak in the silence .
It's then when it all comes back in a flood to me .
The faces of those passsed my brothers.
I pour a shot of borbon for them each.
Always making mine a double .
I imagine there laughs the bad jokes and great conversations we no longer share .
William always playing the jukebox that trademark laugh that could light a room.
Bob Warren cracking people up hitting on the women he was a one man sideshow and a old vet.
Bone .
My closest brother the guy who ****** everyone off and always made me laugh .
We'd talk for hours kick back the drinks and torment everyone around us.
Cause if we didnt **** with you.
We truly didnt give a **** about you.
I had burried them all as alone now i stand .
The smoke hung in the air as i saw them all and for a moment i wasnt alone.
It always hit hardest on nights like these .
The women will all leave you .
Love is a fire that burns beyond are control.
But the memories are the tressure bury them deep only to dig them up when you are alone .
I drank each shot as one by one they vanished from sight.
I do not believe I can bury another .
I guess in all truth I hope the next is me..
I closed the door locked it behind me the air outside was frozen.
My breath shown on the walk home.
I was alone .
Sometimes the page is far more simple than reallity of this existence.
I'm glad to have shared one last round with friends .
We can write the ending.
But life always seems to see it a different way.
Cheers
Gonz
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
Forgotten fights lost conversations and past conquests loom heavy in this scene of good times and past regrets .
Can you take me to that place we know exists and all to often ignore sweetheart I'm not looking to change just be in the moment.
Dim lights and what never was the fire is a passion that never dies just is passed to another group for more of the same .
One last line and maybe take another home the emptiness suits some as time will bury us all.
Tonight is all that matters .
As we taste the wine that yesterday will never recall.
I'm the poet in the chaos and the writer in the moment That need be
Just a pawn of The words sweetheart I will be gone tommorow just the same.
Its all in a good time and a chapters end .
I will miss it one day.
Question is will they ever miss me.
Adios
Gonz
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC