7 of 30

I recently accepted a challenge created by one of my twitter friends called 30 in 30. The idea is to write/post a new poem every day for 30 days. This promises to be very interesting for me seeing as how I've been going through some personal struggles as of late. At any rate, here's my seventh offering...

The Time Machine

Small device with an illuminated button face

It took me back back back

It vibrated and his picture showed up

I hit the green button and his voice transported me

We've not spoken in a while

Usually, I don't care

Today was different

His voice to my nerves...

Like Mozart's fingers on keys

And only because right now...I'm feeling lonely

Feeling neglected

Feeling horny

But the path to him is brambled and thorny

Pain and shame lie in wait

Ready to accost me

He would cost me my self-respect

So, I check the clock

Make small talk

And leave the reverie right where it belongs

Something in the past