Thursday, October 28, 2010

Dirty Little Tricks

filled the room.
Dust layered
artifacts collect

The spaces
where I felt
most naked
are now wrapped
in a dark mist.

Breathe deep.
Cough for me.
My fire's out
and I'm Looking
for the window
where I can vent.

Your door is locked.
Exhaust leaking in
which I wanted to mend
and I tried to defend
but they just left me breathless.

You appear Houdini
and just as easily
puff into a cloud.
My breeze is no match
to clear this place.

Smeared carbon
your silence
keeps staining,
it will not allow me the fresh air.

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