National Poetry Month continues and so does the terrible poetry.
John’s Last Phone Booth
I’d like to get lost
for a little while
look for the last
phone booth
put in some change
dial a number
and talk to no one
in particular
I’d like to get lost
for a little while
walk cracked roads
to nowhere
see no faces
that I know
or no faces
at all
I’d like to get lost
for a little while
lose myself once
or twice
find my way
back again
the same but
someone else