Charles Dawes


Life In White And Black - Poem by Charles Dawes

hey mac, how are you?
(its an entirely
rhetorical question)
my room is dark and
reeks of
the piss of machines.
burning images onto
white and black
canvases.

she seems to like me,
thats why I continue
to express my mind
inside this dank
cave of color.
its the color that
repeats itself
over
and
over
even when nobody is watching.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010



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