The BathroomA Poem by Einstein NoodleThe Bathroom closing locked doors with secrets bounding off papered walls sound proof ostentation not allowed but its a comfortable space like cozy jackets mirror of sponges. self absorbing timbers for moots long imprisoned nine inch grey and steel prisms of pride secret service protected more iron clad dowries password redundancy stuck like Walmart greetings tap tap his cigarettes he packs tight and lights it to lip ---------------------------- no one is looking 08/18/2016
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Added on August 17, 2016Last Updated on August 21, 2016 AuthorEinstein NoodlePork Rind, AKAboutThis morning as I began to log in to WC, it occurred to me what an inspiring and comfortable place this has become for me. There are so many talented people sharing, encouraging, teaching and learni.. more..Writing
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