hiding places.A Poem by Boyd Johnsoneveryone has a quiet safe place to go when they're afraid of... ...whatever. when they need to think properly.
mine?
gray. a gray room with a single gray lightbulb. dangling centerstage.
a broken typewriter on a crooked table.
then, theres a monkey in the corner, laughing at me, telling me i never should have learned to read. © 2008 Boyd Johnson |
Stats
136 Views
1 Review Added on October 16, 2008 Last Updated on October 16, 2008 AuthorBoyd Johnsonthe great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NYAbouta freak. an outlaw. a hot piece. -j.m. a hometown boy who loves the hudson, his drink, and his hat. hiding under the train tracks, with a bottle of irish moonshine, toasting to it slipping thro.. more..Writing
|