Sunday, October 08, 2006

Saturday Night Poem Sunday Night

Death is
muffled voices
behind closed doors
duct tape
over tight lips
tip toes
across floor boards
shhhhhhhhhhh

ignored.

3 Comments:

At 10/08/2006 9:36 PM, Blogger jez said...

with the door closed
you can hear everything
the silence making you deaf
to the accidents, sirens, shots, and stress

 
At 10/09/2006 9:52 AM, Blogger Moonery said...

Ear plugs my friend,
Saved me when near my end.
Grab a pair or two,
Any brand will do,
Sleep well tonight
Don't let the bed bugs bite!

 
At 10/09/2006 11:41 AM, Blogger Charisee310 said...

a blinding blue
a crackling white
a rushing roar
I can't tell
if it's the wind
or my own wings

 

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