This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Oops! House Guests

"Shhh!" cuts me off
from the head of the stairs:
"They're still sleeping upstairs.
MUST you talk to me
from across the house?"

Forgot again.
Hard not to: I use my voice
in the alien morning
as a dog uses piss:
To lay claim to spaces.

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