New York Valentine

Chance may be a fine thing so they say
And chance may make a difference today

Brrrrr...Brrrr…
“pick up
Brrrr…Brrrr…
pick up. pick up!
Brrrr…Brrrr…
answer, oh God!
why doesn’t she answer?
she’s lost her phone…
she’s at a meeting…
she’s afraid in the new job…

Brrrr…Brrrr…
some insurance company
in the Tower
which Tower
shit. I can’t remember
Brrrr…Brrrr…
oh God. look. it’s terrible.
the end of the world
the end of our world
Brrr…Brrr…
please God, please. we’ll get married.
tomorrow!
but please let her answer”
Brrrr…Brrrr…
Brrrr…Brrrr…
Brrrr…
“hello….hello….that you honey
I was asleep….I got flu…
remember?”

“Martha, thank God you’re sick…
I…I want you to marry me….today…
tomorrow…now…”

“why Albert that’s lovely…
sudden maybe...but lovely….
you out of breath Albert? Albert?
what’s wrong?”

“Martha. Martha, stay in bed.
I’ll be right over. turn on TV.
and thank you God”

The end of someone else’s world today
Martha and Albert live to die another way

Martin Swords
Prompt Poems
“Valentine” Feb ‘08