arbitrary stuff that comes to mind: whenever I feel like thinking aloud

Friday, November 19, 2010

On having her on my mind, afraid of what is being dusted off

You Climbed into my head today
and stayed there,
poking around
those dusty,
unfurnished rooms.

Nobody invited you

So
Who
EXACTLY
gave you the key
to the back door
(the front door being long since locked and barred
With heavy beams of Mental Oak).

I hope you locked up behind you when you left.

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