In the liquorice house

In the liquorice house 
there is a liquorice clock 
which beats out liquorice time.

In the liquorice house 
there are liquorice chairs 
on which liquorice people sit.

In the liquorice house 
there are liquorice books 
which liquorice people read.

In the liquorice lobby 
liquorice jackets hang 
with empty liquorice sleeves. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very interesting piece...and those empty sleeves...arms missing that would want to hold others...sometimes those elitists can feel quite lonely...

the in-crowd feels left out...
reminds me of a sheryl crow lyric..."im a stranger in my own life"

well that is where this took me...one of my favorites i have read here in sometime.

jacob

[don't know]

Thanks for you critique always appreciate reviews from more experienced poets than I.
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[don't know]

Should add high praise indeed thank you.
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