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Poem 3470

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The plunger

John Malkovich

My cell phone rings
Amid the haze in my eyes
You appear to me
Sadness in your voice
Siighs
i wish for sunshine
But. You!?
Whore. In a faraway land.
Come back to me
I need a saw to cut these chains
I need your love to ease my pains
We'll walk along the desert line
Where the grass grows thin and yellow
Sweet love you'll Soon be mine
I thought you'd want to know

John Malkovich has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of John's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of John's latest works:

The plunger

Submitted Apr 25th 2011, 20:00