Micropoem: in competence

i believe

there is

a town

where you stay

called competence

it seems

you never

venture far

outside of

its boundaries

because any time

i need some help

you appear

to be

still

very much there

[To read more of my shorter poem vibes, click here]

Micropoem: phone bank

i dial

your number

hoping

this time

will be different

but that

elevator music

is playing

once more

[For more of my Micropoetritic attempts, click here]