Pencil Poem #6 (a poem)

Something halfway decent to come out of an ugly day…

I don’t sidle up much to frequency
a candle is more my strength

Its absence from the room
should not be read
as a character defect

The stray pencil marks
may have something else to say
(but they’re not talking)

A form of midnight
hides everything anyway

What happens in the dream
stays in the dream

(14 November 2018—posted November 15th)


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