View From My Window
I Still Live Here, You Know
I have not moved out of the
house yet; this room still belongs to me;
these walls are still my fortress.
I still remember the direct position
of the potted plant, you got it for
me when I went on the ferris wheel
and threw up on the one-legged
clown. I situated the plant-his name is Brown,
by the way-towards the east
side of the window, away from
the crowded street and the dust
bunnies. You don't want
the potted plant to see all that;
he might get lonesome or
carsick. Remember what happened
last time? He threw up all over
the linen.
Sometimes I fall asleep with my head
on the pillow, and dream I am running
in a field of marshmellows.
Funny how things can stick with you long after
they're supposed to be gone,
but this is how it's always been,
this is how it will always be,
because I still live in this room.
house yet; this room still belongs to me;
these walls are still my fortress.
I still remember the direct position
of the potted plant, you got it for
me when I went on the ferris wheel
and threw up on the one-legged
clown. I situated the plant-his name is Brown,
by the way-towards the east
side of the window, away from
the crowded street and the dust
bunnies. You don't want
the potted plant to see all that;
he might get lonesome or
carsick. Remember what happened
last time? He threw up all over
the linen.
Sometimes I fall asleep with my head
on the pillow, and dream I am running
in a field of marshmellows.
Funny how things can stick with you long after
they're supposed to be gone,
but this is how it's always been,
this is how it will always be,
because I still live in this room.
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I Still Live Here, You Know
I Still Live Here, You Know
