troy stoy looked up
stared at the ceiling
for so many hours
while in his mind
he painted it black
with glistering dots
when done, he got up
and attached a rope
with evenly spaced knots
squeezed into steps
but taking the first step
was one too many
while climbing to the next level
crossing lines many times
he stretched a pair of stockings
in attempt to create a new ladder
but he got barred for taking steps
while he reached for the stairs
'man with a ladder' © Rob Knetsch 2013
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