GLOOM TENDENTIOUS
Ashes to ashes, dust to gloom.
I've heard the tendency latent : lost
a finger in the battle of happenstance.
Only now I stand squared, waiting for the
little phone to ring. It's a statuette of a
jelly-caked elephant from 1964.
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There aren't any shadows left in this room :
like saviors on vacation, they took their
little satchels and left - something about
supplies to travel with, socks, and a shirt.
I don't listen much to anything I hear.
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If I painted this green into a corner of black
I'd be sure to find something to get me out.
Oh Lord, get me home before seven.
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