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  October's Child



I once read poems to you, in the Still House
Enigmatic offerings, inside a room bookless
Beneath the bare bulbs that lit the nakedness
Of my words, that settled in the Still House
I stayed long enough to give you my voice
As the freeway played songs like a summer storm
My fingertips touched your lips, soft and warm
In the silence of the Still House, I gave you my voice
I stepped outside into a moon possessed street
The signals of my brain simmered to a silent whine
Someone had posted a "Do Not Enter" sign
Inside the shadows of the moon possessed street
I imagined you wearing your chocolate colored shoes
Your eyes followed me from the window in your mind
As I left your world, estranged from mankind
In seclusion you sat, wearing chocolate colored shoes
Chocolat A coloré Chaussures

September 29, 2010


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