Tuesday, November 9, 2010

H (11.9.10)

compliments of the house
woke the architect one night
clutching these straws
preventing passage
a wet pillow
dead partner
trapped in his tomb
make room

blueprints of heresy line the black satin
she waits seductively atop the shelves

a poison in his plastic cup
remarked and retried
one failed attempt pissed the hirer
the ling left
no pay, but not willing to confide
nor override
escape: a welcome pass

throwing the blanket over his head
air stifled, but he didn't care
he just wanted to sleep

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