a first few days in the seperate rooms / the little prince

Dec 23, 2005 23:54

wings: fuzzy

in the red brick house
under th bruised orange sky
where the cars are loud
and the joggers go by
with dogs, or alone
there are umbrellas carved into the shudders
on the windows.

windows overlook the yawning street
from the study's whispering retreat
with mahogony desks and garbardine curtains.
old books become full of love,
dedications scribbled in the liner notes.

o sometimes in the room where the lights are flashing,
wher the women discuss the state and regulations,
i, often suddenly drifting away into thoughts and sights.
the words and sounds so arbitrary....
would it draw mean eyes to laugh
just to mean it...?
lets have a glass of wine...

in the evening
the comfortable ladies sip wine
and discuss the tangible events
in my head a silent laughter rings
like an old man with one good eye...
i sigh as the boys upstairs
watch the movements on the screen

the same conversations yet...
the details in detail
lose their signifigance?

the fancy car is called
a "roller skate"

and the boy upstairs
with rolicking black hair
in the house of flashing lights
will fall in love someday...
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