Your call is not important to us
If we cared about your call
we would have hired a person to answer the phone.
But we don’t care…
This collection features poems by Fredericton writer Forrest Orser. His poetry has appeared in Canadian literary journals including The Nashwaak Review, The Antigonish Review, and The Fiddlehead.
Learn more about Forrest Orser.
If we cared about your call
we would have hired a person to answer the phone.
But we don’t care…
I can’t get
my ceiling fixed;
I don’t have time
to do my laundry…
There are so many zeds in his life it’s zany.
He is using a zoom lens
when he happens to zoom in on a woman
who is zestfully unzipping her zipper from its zenith…
I just got back from Jamaica.
There it’s hot and sunny — here it’s cold and icy.
Last night,
I walked in the sand…
By dawn on Nov. 28, 2008,
the day after American Thanksgiving,
there were 2,000 shoppers outside the Wal-Mart
in Valley Stream, Long Island….
In a gazebo in Jamaica, Ian Fleming wrote the James Bond books.
He’d start his day by taking the 36 steps down the cliff to his beach….
Everyone feels
hurt
and lonely
and lost.
You’re not the only one…
You’re going to cheeseburger yourself to death.
You’re going to French fry until you die.
Some salad would be your salvation…