hiding places.

hiding places.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson

everyone 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


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HAHAHAH!!!! That's hysterical! I can't help but think of Chris' (from the animated series: Family Guy) 'Evil Monkey' who lives in his closet! A nice bit of levity coming from you.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Boyd Johnson
Boyd Johnson

the great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NY



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