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the red room

March 17th, 2013 § 0 comments

Poem #63 for Allie Weschta

 

The red room

built by hand

ten years prior to my existence

fathered now same as then

warm rich with the blood

of his sweat for my

little portal of Bohemia

 

The red room

upstairs in the cow’s end

past the dreamers and hustlers

through the silk, satin and salted sea musk

where I first felt the earth shake

and my perspective re-examined

 

The red room

four walls breathing curiosity

eager to help; willing to compromise

a quiet solace for us romantics

who have no home, no family

but an insatiable stubbornness

to never give up hope for love

 

 

 

 

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(written with pen on paper)

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