Tonight's Poet Corner: The Mottled Lampshade
The Mottled Lampshade
by Belinda Roddie
This living room is like a needy
tomb, quite the opposite of
living, when the snoring becomes
wheezing at the end of a nightly
brain hemorrhage. Oh, but those
stains on the lamp do pose quite the
decor, when the Zinfandel turns
purple and then brown with the harsh
fade of electricity, as the hearts
palpitate for a current or two
before the plug is pulled.
by Belinda Roddie
This living room is like a needy
tomb, quite the opposite of
living, when the snoring becomes
wheezing at the end of a nightly
brain hemorrhage. Oh, but those
stains on the lamp do pose quite the
decor, when the Zinfandel turns
purple and then brown with the harsh
fade of electricity, as the hearts
palpitate for a current or two
before the plug is pulled.
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