i unplug the hour

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



pen purged

voice hesitant

light bulb sheltered

by receiver

i retire to bed

lull a blue cough, good-night

by mary ann blinkhorn

7 thoughts on “i unplug the hour

  1. evildick13 says:

    the strangest metaphor, indeed

  2. evildick13 says:

    ha! back story to follow….

  3. ManicDdaily says:

    This is lovely. I love the short little bits and pieces and the way they yet all hang together. K.

    • mypenandme says:

      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.

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