Chocolatey Goodness

EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Tootsie Roll

My cell phone rings in my front left pocket
Beethoven’s fifth chimes two inches from my crotch
On the other end waits a girl named Melissa
So my Sprint phone tells me
it has no reason to lie

My car radio sings, “ground control to major Tom”
and I am alone, pilot in my own cockpit
of a black plastic Saturn, dripping and wet
from afternoon showers, she calls to apologize
in the 2 cubic inches, her name is spelled on my phone
like a tightly shut window to her voice

I pass another three cars, all minivans when
the phone vibrates, but that window is locked and barred.
We met in a cafeteria,
she loved tootsie rolls, I would love to watch her bite
into them, leaving her own mark.
That’s how we were, transient as teeth marks in one of
her tootsie rolls,
leaving behind solid marks in each other, until
we were ready to devour them, savoring the flavor for
a little while and then move on.
I won’t be her half-eaten tootsie roll anymore.
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Comments

  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I won't be her half-eaten tootsie roll any longer. LOL!




    (That line rang like Nixon's famous words....."You won't have Richard Nixon to kick around any longer!")


    But of course, I did like this. :)
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  • anOmisanOmis Posts: 223
    nice...in strange way..but NICE
    ~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~

    ~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~

    F.ZAPPA
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