A Telephonic Tonic By Poetree
A TELEPHONIC TONIC
I can’t believe she remained on the telephone~
For years she’d been telling me to leave her alone~
But my heart had done the dialing while I could hardly speak~
Words etched for refinement and beauty so sleek~
Willowy was she as we picnicked under a tree~
But that was long ago when she still wanted me
Then came the day the picnic was permanently over
And I still recall how astoundingly pretty she looked naked midst clover
But for every acre of clover there are sure to be weeds
And I had my various and sundry needs
These were things she could never provide
And to keep her for three years this man perpetually lied
I lied about where I had been and done
Until I became a handsome the lady should shun
And shun me she did with stealth and desire
While midst that clover my soul is still afire
The lady had it all and decided to share that with me
Her body glowed so brightly I nearly couldn’t see
But damnably she discovered that I possessed no real charm
As her disdain and disappointment grew with each shot in my arm
But a junkie has to do that which a junkie must do
As both my love for her and Lady Heroin grew
But after years of tying to get clean in spirit, body and bone
I still can’t comprehend why she remained on the phone
© 2011.….poefree
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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