Thursday, February 02, 2006
More Bad Poetry
See, I was serious about cranking these suckers out fast. This one took maybe 7 minutes.
A Walk in the Park
by Schuyler
He turned around three times
Like a dog looking for a place to sleep
Only he wasn't sleepy
Just convinced there was someone
In the room with him
But there wasn't
And there never had been
The room was known
To him alone
And how even he learned of
It's existence
Is still a little hazy
The walls all painted gray
Were painted gray as they always had been
When he saw the room
Before today
In dreams or in real life
He didn't know
But it all seemed different
Now that he was on
The inside
Of a room
He didn't know was there
When he walked past the blank wall
Where the door
Was hidden by a cloud
In his eyes
Just yesterday
Labels:
Apocalyspe,
Bad Poetry Thursday,
Dog,
I Am Speed,
Modernism
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