Sunday, November 25, 2012

POEM(S) (11:08)


If you
   Looked into
                               My room
                                                It would
                                                    Be such
                                              A miscellaneous
                                                     Array
                                       Of
                                    Weird
                                 Items.
                            Strayed
                     Across, about
                              And free,
There is no        direction.


                     Can you see me underneath
The clutter
                    And

                          So many

          Things. (Time, is all I spend).

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