Wendell Wallace Hockaday Jr. Poetry

“Forgotten Cell Phone”


How in the Hell did I forget my cell phone. GOT DANG IT! I know I can’t find my way out of a brown paper bag. Now I’m in the middle of no where, I’m low on gas, and there’s nothing but woods all around me. Tryna get to a freaking party. “ Your car has just ran out of gas, and you haven’t seen another vehicle in over an hour. You forgot your phone, you’re all alone in some woods, and you’re feeling like a coward. Do you sit in the car with your hazards on and hope Leatherface doesn’t pull up? Or do you get out of the car, walk around, and maybe try your luck? “Well guess the only thing I can do is turn my hazards on, and wait for a car to drive by and get some help.” But a car doesn’t drive by, and a couple hours has turned into a couple days. You’ve been walking around in circles lost, plus you were suppose to be at work yesterday. You had a bottle of water in your car, but now you’re starting to think that you might die. You haven’t ate in 50 hours, and you’re so dehydrated that you can’t cry. Then you hear a phone ring. You say Hello! But then you wake up, because it was only a dream. It doesn’t look like you’re gona make it to that party; but I hear the after life is having one and you’re invited.



1/21/10

Poet: Wendell Wallace Hockaday Jr.