the art on my Wall
is tilted…
pleasantly motif’ed
–sometimes profoundly
–sometimes humorously
–always admonishing but
tilted and
the windchime at Window
tossed about by hot air is
Pavlovian bell…
disjointing and drowning
the hum of a
million conversations.
my desktop is cluttered.
piled high with
hoarded junk where
rodents have free rein
negotiating a maze
to cheese-free ends while
the stream just inside
crashes against wall
(the fourth wall)
silently and
unceasingly
–creating incessant babble—
all the same…
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