Drudgery
June 13, 2009
The spacious room compresses,
collapsing steadily into the dark hole of a lonely mind
suspended in drudgery–
hung like a king on a cross.
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The room, the well-lit, quiet, and humming room,
stifles like grease on tabletop,
smeaing one’s attention
into a slick rainbow swirl.
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What a fine night it is,
to spend seeking the depths of solitude
while darkness stalks on,
dragging its coattail in the dust.
