Variation on a Door and a Sigh

A cabbage patch of human heads
And you and I
and eyes
of greens and blacks and
reds.

Twisting doors open
screaming on their hinges
in empty halls
as footsteps fade away.
And we
inlaid with trouble and whispers
and quick quiet gasps.

4 comments

  1. vesper de vil · May 5, 2008

    haunting!

  2. zaphodfreek · May 8, 2008

    I hope in a good way!

  3. Ali · May 21, 2008

    Very good way. How do you do that vodoo that you do with poetry…

  4. zaphodfreek · May 21, 2008

    I ramble and make no sense.
    It works wonders!

    😀

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