2003 Poetry

the fan was busy rotating

giving me comfort off the humid

I stared at the paper illuminated

by an incandescent lamp

scrutinizing the lines in between

speckles tainting the virginal white

beside it is its pal pen

lolling in deep somnolence

the idoneity of that moment

was marking my stand and

incising my wit as I tried to gather

words to depict a scene and a metaphor

which have already painted in my skull

but the paper just stared back

and the pen continued to snore

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written 11/13/03

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