a doora board ialis
November 17, 2008
rounded the corner to find
my head implanted where
a (ahem) pain-less window
would have worked much
better than
the door i encountered
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
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November 17, 2008 at 4:15 pm
(chuckles)
November 17, 2008 at 8:20 pm
(thinks) (chuckles) > (giggles)
November 17, 2008 at 9:01 pm
ouch… But you know, Mugs, there is a tiny place in this beautiful planet of ours where when something like this happens, someone immediately extends the palm of his/her hand and ask you to spit on it and when you do he or she promises to punish or hurt whatever is that brought you pain. Well, it is usually for children… (but who cares? i hear we all possess an inner child or something of that nature)Right? So,I’m extending my virtual palm, do what you have to do and I’ll take care of the rest; That door will be no more. That door will become a window!
November 18, 2008 at 1:40 am
i dont recall spitting on any friends hands as a courtesy in the past… but perhaps i’m remembering things wrong…
hmmm…
November 18, 2008 at 4:04 pm
my pop is a carpenter…he could be hired to rid your life of this door and fill it’s place with a window…
November 18, 2008 at 4:16 pm
of course traveling would be an issue and someone would need to pay for him to get there and back