What’s television? A box that sits in the room telling tales of gloom
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Red
The mouth of a hot cave blows hot air from its belly into the stark Room. Ice breath roars at the picture Window. Tears flow. Eyes mist as I Nuzzle down the carpet with my elbows. Singing. Singing my tune. With red felt pen into the paper room, I sing of the sky and ofContinue reading “Red”
This Is Not Your Home
Said the labrador to the cat. Said the cat in the hat. said the hat to the mat. Really I’m not hearing you right. This is my fucking home and screw you if you don’t know the difference asshole! It’s like the Kama sutra. Fucking bellhop. The keys are in the door and the lockContinue reading “This Is Not Your Home”
In My Room
OI’m lonely in my room listening to the gloom It’s all so interesting to me OI’m going into town to see what’s going down In the store and on the street Someone to see OI’m not meeting anyone this way seems so lame Everyone seems so tame In town. OI’m not hungry forContinue reading “In My Room”
Material things get the better of us 