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gasoline rainbow

the clouds of stalled darkness
shall blanket my home
my clothes will lie folded
my art fills the walls
the music plays softly
my fish swims alone
a gasoline rainbow
etched on my soul
the sex of my neighbours
heard down the hall
this is my life
and I wish it would grow
to infest this darkness
that blankets my home


peace
ISL

I like this poem, and I do not usually like poems. I am also looking at your artwork now and it is quite good.

I like it too... very athmospheric (is this a word?! )

about hearing the sex of your neighbors, I so know what you're talking about

cheers
Arno

I like it very much, too, ilang. As long as you remove the "h," yes; it is a word, Arno. Or, it's a new word with the "h" left in ~ just let us know what additional layer of meaning the "h" brings . It really is very atmospheric and unique in its cry for change. I love the title and its implications of tainted happiness.

well I was going for How Hugely Himpressive this poem is

Well, hokay, I can haccept that .