Sep 08, 2007 17:48
There are three walls (placid, immovable) in this room
The fourth threatens me with eternity
Floor yawns lazily through the glaze-green ages
Composed of predictable patterns of betrayal and loss
(Loosely woven like a cheap, plaid shirt:
The hipster boys go wild with indifference)
Lights blink confusedly
Red-coy and green-ire
Never settling their inhuman dispute
Piled in the corner: patchwork blanket for a patchwork girl
Sewn from discarded bits of over-versed emotion
Plastic bags for barely concealed shame