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9 May 1995
Here's one for ya.
There are these two guys
named Friends
who always talk and play.
Until the one disconnects his phone
and drops the L to make it pay.
So the other turns elsewhere for elsewho
and slowly rebuilds.
But then his heart breaks
and as he lies dying his first friend comes
to give him a broken telephone
and a tangle of surgical tape.
He takes it and says 'Hey thanks man'
as he wraps the tape around his chest
and puts the phone under his head for a pillow.
Copyright © 1995 Charles Fry
Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace