Monthly Archives: February 2013

Found a Crayon

found a crayon

a green crayon

grass, boogers, envy

it scribbled on my heart

blocking all my senses

until I didn’t make sense

making me long for

a static gray

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Hollow Core Door

I’m easy to dent

it may have always been this way

walked through, left open, slammed shut

a forceful punch puts a hole in my core

no easy way to patch, it always leaves a scar

now unhinged and homeless

searching for a way to re-purpose

table to eat upon

desk for recording history

bookshelf of others’ stories

or

filled up and left solid