Walls
A statement
A procedure
A measuring device.
Formal decision marked
within straight lines,
a game,
broken down
they become impoverished
and jagged.
in between the walls
are doorways,walkways
where you can hide,where you can sleep.
you can play the saxophone here,
be asked to leave
because your here.
A image
A Communion of drowsy bodies
of expiring sins
then there are the walls
I have
for
you.
Frank Penicaro(c)copyright 2010
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2010
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