Four white walls adorned with posters.
Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd and an odd cluster
of animals and dinosaurs.
and a strange man relaxing his pores.
I could learn something from this
The wall space around Van Gogh
is lined with empty cigarette boxes.
A constant reminder of life shortening though
they encircle the skull like rabid foxes.
I've lost count of how many I've smoked
The carpet is littered with stains.
A reminder of past strains.
Even industrial shampoo
will not fade the marks scarred into.
I've been here too long
The drawers are a symbol of a cluttered mind.
Nothing is organized. but anything is an easy find.
Random thoughts make the air stale.
Only freshened by the 3pm arrival.
Its just junk and coupons
Its difficult to balance all these things out
without a feminine touch to soothe.
A soft laughter to rile the doubts.
Another pair to line with my shoes.
I'll be with you one day Caroline
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 4:58 AM UTC
Four white walls adorned with posters.
Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd and an odd cluster
of animals and dinosaurs.
and a strange man relaxing his pores.
I could learn something from this
The wall space around Van Gogh
is lined with empty cigarette boxes.
A constant reminder of life shortening though
they encircle the skull like rabid foxes.
I've lost count of how many I've smoked
The carpet is littered with stains.
A reminder of past strains.
Even industrial shampoo
will not fade the marks scarred into.
I've been here too long
The drawers are a symbol of a cluttered mind.
Nothing is organized. but anything is an easy find.
Random thoughts make the air stale.
Only freshened by the 3pm arrival.
Its just junk and coupons
Its difficult to balance all these things out
without a feminine touch to soothe.
A soft laughter to rile the doubts.
Another pair to line with my shoes.
I'll be with you one day Caroline
Caroline, you like I, must have an equilibrium between your mind and the world.
© November 26th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
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