Thursday, April 2, 2009

[Untitled]

broken lampshades
on unplugged lamps.
unscrewed light bulbs,
on-turned switch.
unfinished paintings,
rivers unabridged.
leaves lie unchanged,
while seasons have come
and gone.

the fall brings a certain warm
followed by cobwebs, mice, 
and a dust monster.

he lives in the boiler room
behind sometimes unlatched doors.
he is quite shy--
this painter with bad lighting.

1 comment:

  1. I love this! And the rest of your poems, but the one especially.
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    Thanks.
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