Open Poetry #31 |
Wall's Song |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I been here for years Through plaster, plastic and paper And don't asked me about mirrors I look with apprehension When they look at me With good in their eyes A scaping knife in their hands And wallpaper You wouldn't touch With an Artisan Do I get a picture I have more change Of chewing the bubblegum Hugging me in spots I can't reach Now I am hessian Tomorrow biege Wednesday blue And Friday night!! Steamed by the kitchen Seduced by the bedroom Tiled by the bathroom And they expect my best Always |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
*grin* it sure was interesting to see Wall's side of things...Well written and a joy to read.... |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Maybe my writing in inanimate but I feel we should see the other side. Thanks Dave |
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