phone (Remove filter)
Division Street
I heard that telephone ringing
at the one remaining box down on the street
down on Division Street
If one of us answers the call
they ain’t coming back
whichever one of us goes to
answer that phone
they ain’t coming back
I woke up restless in the night
opened a window for some air
the whole city poured straight in
over siren wail and drunk's lament
I could hear that ringing sound
Friday 3rd April 2015 1:02 pm
Recent Comments
Tom Doolan on World On Fire
1 hour ago
David RL Moore on Everything but the truth
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Bonnie Madleen
14 hours ago
Hélène on Letting Go
17 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on BUCKET LIST
18 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Letting Go
20 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on part savage, part human
20 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Down on my uppers
20 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 61 of 230: WORSLEY VILLAGE
20 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Anyone For Tennis
20 hours ago