StructureA Poem by Terrance Brown
The dishes sing in the shower.
The laundry sleeps in the bath. If you stand on your head You might see my couch cosy in the hammock of my self, my television is the abyss that stairs back. Outside the ponderous extractor fans hum and satellite dishes dream of the stars. These walls pulse, their corners as natural as scar tissue, a home at home around only myself.
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Added on September 27, 2012Last Updated on February 28, 2013 AuthorTerrance BrownLondonAboutI am a gonzo poet. I will say what I see. I will write what I like. I have no respect for culture, yours or mine. No respect for religion, or for any belief you might think you have. I do not acknowle.. more..Writing
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