Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 25,093 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Bath Time - Poem by Andy Brookes

Stubbing my toe on the door frame
I utter a unrepeatable soliloquy.

I reach the telephone just as it cuts off
another round of expletives.

number unknown it reads
which means a cold call.

more grim mutterings
as I drip suds on the carpet.

angry, I pull out the telephone jack
returning to my swiftly cooling bath
add more hot water and sink into oblivion.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2015



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