it knocks me out that you like it
in truth i'm suffering hard from lack of ANYTHING
worthy of any kind of ink
digital or other wise
DeJaYou
I'd sell my soul for your words at the moment
AH!
You'll see: the poem below
referenced in conversation/dream/clickclickclick
Anyway: Crit is more than welcomed.
Love You MistressDiMuse ;) haze
The Five Penny Tour
In this room
the carpet is red.
An unintended red.
Almost the color of tea.
The sofa
is blue.
Brilliant. Eye-stinging.
Blue.
A solid tuft
beneath a big black mound
of a watching cat.
A blind and muted cat,
unaffected
by the licorice smell
of the car circling the drive.
round another house
(a house)
that has yet to be
addressed.
Face down in the red,
eyes open,
I listen.
Blink
as the door
clicks
closed.
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