i am lying in the bright reflected glow from snow
shining through my window
and reminiscing on the pictures on my walls
in my bedroom
if i could, i would cover every square inch of whiteness
with colour and pattern and texture
white is absence
and shows too much when unclean
i prefer the chaos that is induced
when my eye roams from
a jimi hendrix poster
to a staggering number of 'homies'
perched above my doorframes
the thoughts created by the intricate details
of a fish poster by mark wilkinson
or the celtic flag with knotwork throughout
or the 'dogma' movie poster
the textures of oil paintings i can touch
because they are mine
the light given off by the mardi gras beads
the puffer fish, dusty and preserved
my room
my sanctuary
my thoughtful place
my dreaming spot...
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