xat's blog: "my poetry"

i have a library overflowing with my favorite
books, & my own movie theater
with a whole host of DVD’s ... i
have a room filled with sunrises & rainbows, & a
room brimming with moonlit skies & twinkling stars ... i’ve
built a small room of silence & a big
ballroom of sound ... i have a basement
packed with knowledge, a
bedroom saturated with
heated skin & satin sheets ...
scattered broom closets awash with good
jokes & bathrooms bursting with
dirty ones; & all, all connected with corridors lined with
memories & emotions ...

& as i grow older
i add more rooms as life adds more experiences, i never
cease to build & clean & sweep, so
that in the end
[i feel]
even the poorest can live in a mansion ... & when
i’m sad & lonely
homesick & alone
i simply look inside myself & walk down those
warm corridors, peeking
into all the many rooms of my home, & stay there until i feel
ready to face the world again ...




[now]
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