Under the tent of your construction paper.
Darkly lubricated penmanship kept you,
in a state of crayon crazy, re-router
converted your anger to wireless, over the scribble,
scrabble,
mechanical babble of a spouting printer.
Sheet music wallpaper, as the bass-line
swayed the lush palms of your drawing paradiso.
The clunk of a paint brush in a water pot.
Goading the echoes, and teasing the silence
of your desktop.
The faint feather of, a reality once known
tickles you,
as you notice the night closing round
your little room.
A light bulb calls, as ideas fall,
lit and burnt your sillouette into the,
etches in the bare brick and suffering crumble wall.
Author notes
first option-word bank
A contest entry
- sharpies and crayons color my life (options contest) by Simply Simple.
400 points, ended September 14, 59 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I am intrigued.
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and me i dont know why it came out!
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