It’s striking. The pain.
A useless question
sprinkled on the insanity
of the nurse’s-station wallpaper,
and all of the white tile,
crushed by shifts in a disgusting structure.
The clank of a halyard
or perhaps a construction tool
can’t be seen through the frosted glass,
and the plum-colored blinds
seem ready to carve me up.
-
Follow
Following
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
stillfugue 
#1 by Life: Between the lines on May 9, 2011 - 9:20 pm
scary, painting a claustophobic picture 😦
#2 by Carl on May 10, 2011 - 7:40 pm
Thank you for your comment…I like to feel like I’m painting and it’s nice to hear your words on that.
#3 by pattisj on May 10, 2011 - 1:28 am
Good news, it’s now Tuesday–you made it!
#4 by Carl on May 10, 2011 - 7:41 pm
I have to remind myself each Monday, that I have never not made it, right?
#5 by pattisj on May 10, 2011 - 8:27 pm
Now that you mention it, apparently so! 🙂
#6 by Kay Camden on May 10, 2011 - 8:33 am
I will never look at blinds the same way again. What a way to pick out a detail in the setting and make it matter so much. Excellent work.
#7 by Carl on May 10, 2011 - 7:42 pm
Thank you, Kay! You are very kind to comment!
#8 by Giselle Rollins on November 24, 2022 - 11:05 pm
Appreeciate you blogging this