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Thursday, July 31, 2008

Blackjack

Here I sit
Alone by a balcony
Spent by the Summer Day
Watching clouds in the Starry Night
E'er forming shapes

Here I sit
Alone in a filthy room
My weekly dreary Ceremony
Watching silent raindrops
Forming patterns on the Desert Floor

Here I sit
Lit only by a screen
A bat for flying company
Don't fly into the fan you'll die
Idiot.

Here I sit
On a yellow ledge
Before the new day dawns
Wondering why I write these
Twenty One words everynight.

3 comments:

~arjun said...

EVERYNIGHT IS THAT A WORD?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ess Dee said...

hmm. now that you mention it - it's prolly not a word. damn i've spelt it like that for years!! :-/

Arun said...

Don't fly into the fan you'll die
"Idiot".:))