spills and stainsA Poem by Count Humilussilence of meTop hat splendors Spectacles adjusted Rain how you are a bother Won’t you leave the woods alone tonight? Won’t you let this candle burn out on its own? Someone close the door I can feel the draft on my feet I smell you sitting at your imaginary vanity table Avoiding two things as they go by, The years and myself in the background of your narcissism I don’t where I am drowning Or what I am seeing in the sky But I am on the floor with my pup Feeling alone Obviously stoned Frozen Frigid Stepping into the fireplace like a bath that is tad bit too hot I feel my muscles relax And the girls scream And the fellas rush towards me In vein I’m already on the roof Sitting in the rain Singed skin and clothes Nothing ever felt so good © 2009 Count HumilusReviews
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1 Review Added on March 31, 2009 AuthorCount HumilusDriftingAboutMy interests include: Writing things Old cameras Records Raw Fish Typewriters Bernard Tapie Anglo Concertinas Instillations Filming movies The Pacific ocean .. more..Writing
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