i unplug the hour
sit in silence
a thousand whitewashed walls
between us
his smile ancient
like glued sentences
his arms, warm
it’s a darker night tonight
few stars
fog gone
naked rain boots drying in corner
he writes the strangest metaphors
brilliant
heartfelt
pen purged
voice hesitant
light bulb sheltered
by receiver
i retire to bed
lull a blue cough, good-night
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
the strangest metaphor, indeed
How do you catch a unique bunny? Unique up on im.
groans….
a pun is the lowest form of humor. pun spelled backward is n up. and n up is n up.
That all depends on one’s ‘perspective.’
ha! back story to follow….
This is lovely. I love the short little bits and pieces and the way they yet all hang together. K.
Thanks. I’ve been working hard to finish my story, Attack of The Red Killer Pencils on my Myspace blog. It should be finished in a few days. I just posted Part 91. That’s why I haven’t written all that much poetry this weekend. Thank you so much for your kind words. M.A.