The Grudge in the Livingroom
I had a grudge with myself last night
there was cursing and broken glass all over the floor
in the livingroom...
I've always thought that
a livingroom is a kind of
stupid name for a room
it always leads me to think that
there is a dead room
somewhere in my apartment
a room that would appear
in front of my eyes when (and only when)
I die
which, by the way,
is something that my ex
wishes me to do
as soon as possible (don't ask me why)
anyway...
I wonder
what kind of a room is a dead room
is it a room where you have dead flowers
instead of the broken ones?
Poetry by Sanchez
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Written on 2007-10-17 at 13:19
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