Action Of A Phonecall Poem by Joshua Bantum

A women’s glance is worth nothing,
But in the right moment, it seems
Nothing else is worth a women’s glance.
What lines of sanity are we expected to walk within
When these are the choices on either side.
This road of questioning is
Clouded by the sky, apparent flaws in the road
Hidden amongst the most obvious of answers beneath our feet….
And I’m blind in my writing, waiting for her call, her…

Another glance

I’m lost,
More lost than you, the reader, a fool likened to myself,
For fools attract fools
Attract fools.
And why shant I? ,
For I’m also a writer,
A boxer, pool player, chess fighter,
a cook
I take substance and kill it, draining moisture from things
That once grew, once walked, ate and killed themselves,
By boiling, baking, sautéing, I harbor death prematurely,
By plucking herbs from the earth like feathers
From a chick,
they scream, and some don’t
For their life is subtle, so also in their death
they are subtle,
A tree fallen dead does not cry,
But it cracks and breaks, we
Humans aren’t different,
If a heart is broken,
Does it make a sound?

If a phone call from a lover goes un-dialed
Do I worry, or make a sound,
A cry,


Ohh no….
I just write this poem