Sparks of blue heaven
release seas of tranquility.
The sense memory of childhood,
blooms to an overwhelming innocence.
It carries me on the shoulders
of a huge and calm, rolling wave.
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Sunday, September 18, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
"Clean Up This God Damn Room Already". by A.M. Monaghan

An earplug
Tissues
Crumbs (toast)
Sleeping Pills
Paper
A crack pipe
Clock radio
Empty wine bottles
Pain killers
Red numbers
Posters
A reading lamp (that reminds me of you)
A bed too big
Striped pajamas
Odd socks
Tortured sheets
Blood
Hot pillows
A dark blue blanket
Yellow fly swat
Heat
Chipped tea cup
Chocolate wrappers
A French water glass
Dust
Two novels
A notebook
Cobwebs
Head noises
Pens
A roach
Blue cigarette lighter
Notes
Skin
Newspaper clippings
Scissors
Glue
Ash
Tears
Is it any wonder I can't sleep with all this noise going on around me!
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