Number 8 Pencil

I never liked reading poetry all that much, but did enjoy writing it for a brief amount of time. This is a collection of those poems and hopefully will include some yet to be written.

Monday, December 12, 2005

The Doorstopper

You close doors
that were open once before
I dig through floors
and pop back in

Let's make a mess
Forget about the rest
I'll only want less
and then we both win

You dump in some sand
I'm still reaching with my hands
I would see the other man
but I've got selective sight

I shove shoes in closing doors
that were open once before
Wedged cracks ask for more
I think I see the light

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