Wrong Number.
on the stained green wall of the Laundromat
a telephone sounds
burr burr, burr burr.
burr burr, burr burr
burr burr, burr burr.
continually sounding
the light from the street lamp outside shines in
and in the shadowy darkness
we see the outline of the old lady lying on the floor
her head nestled in a pillow of laundry
the black pool of blood still pulses out
staining the newly washed and folded garments
and socks and underpants framing the scene.
on the stained green wall of the Laundromat
a telephone still sounds
burr burr, burr burr.
burr burr, burr burr
burr burr, burr burr
on the stained green wall of the Laundromat
a telephone sounds
burr burr, burr burr.
burr burr, burr burr
burr burr, burr burr.
continually sounding
the light from the street lamp outside shines in
and in the shadowy darkness
we see the outline of the old lady lying on the floor
her head nestled in a pillow of laundry
the black pool of blood still pulses out
staining the newly washed and folded garments
and socks and underpants framing the scene.
on the stained green wall of the Laundromat
a telephone still sounds
burr burr, burr burr.
burr burr, burr burr
burr burr, burr burr
The Poets Garret
WildCity Writers' Workshop
Poetry Challenges
Selected Poetry
