Nothing Happens In My Room Poem by Phillip Liu
Nothing Happens In My Room
Except the jackets on the door hanger
morph into a towering man.
His cape rests on his shoulders
six-plus feet above the ground.
The three foot minion
holds the knob for support
with his focus set on my feet.
The apparitional clown
with his chalky face,
feverish grin,
and reptilian tongue waits
for their existence to be acknowledged.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
epilepsy is a bitch
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5/2/2024 3:15:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Scary poem Phillip - I don't want to go into my room now! !