'03 Rational Disposition

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2003

...and so the telephone rings

it happened to be you at the end

how i wish it would just disappear

when i open my eyes...of this nightmare

I tried to forget and was doing just fine

the ringing began,

in my head again...

But, it came from the outside

Please just go away

and quit tormenting me

What oh what have I done to you...

for me to deserve this?

I guess it began

the day I opened the door

I should have gone back to sleep...

and dreamt myself from this world

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Ernest Bevans's picture

Dave,

Some poems make there presents felt by the
way they are exhaled... some gasp, some cough
some moan and groan, some yawn but this...
this poem... This poem rises out of you
like a goes with a yearning sigh... aaaaah.
Love it. It is definately a reread.