My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Day 13 - Voicemail

I wrote this like three days into this project to use as the greeting for my voicemail, but because I'm a ditz I'm only just now realising that I can use it as an entry.

To answer the phone is my plan
I can't always, I'm only a man
Please say what you need
Though it's not a live feed
I'll call you as soon as I can

(As an added bonus, call my cell - 778 327 8619 - to hear a perfomance of this limerick. I might actually answer the phone, but eventually you'll hear the voicemail)
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