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Sep 27, 2009
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Carl
When Carl saunters into a room, the wind follows him in
Humped back , shoes that shuffle, brown sweater worn thin
Beneath a tilted page boy , he tucks his ears, larger than before
Wearing trousers hitched clear to the sky, he gently closes the door
Silver strands of feather like fluff, in place of what used to be hair
Crystal blue eyes full of surprise deep set against skin so fair
Unmapped wrinkly creases crossing his paper face
Invisibly moving about the room as if he owns the place
Coffee just right, he slips out of sight to a table draped in sun
Nowhere to go, all day to get there life for this party of one
Humped back , shoes that shuffle, brown sweater worn thin
Beneath a tilted page boy , he tucks his ears, larger than before
Wearing trousers hitched clear to the sky, he gently closes the door
Silver strands of feather like fluff, in place of what used to be hair
Crystal blue eyes full of surprise deep set against skin so fair
Unmapped wrinkly creases crossing his paper face
Invisibly moving about the room as if he owns the place
Coffee just right, he slips out of sight to a table draped in sun
Nowhere to go, all day to get there life for this party of one
— jamadarie, Sep 27, 2009
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Orphani
16 years 8 months ago
interesting poetic sketch,
Race_9togo
16 years 1 month ago
Hello
jamadarie
16 years 1 month ago
Carl