Aron Heroux

Naked Evening

The fumes
of another wasted day
rise and rot
my brain

The camera, sitting
on my dresser stares, judging
with cycloptic lense
I stare back
I blink first

A magnolia plastered on
the wall
reminds me
of sex
and death

But the walls
are alive and holding
this cell together

Music rises like
an intoxicating fog
drugging me

The world outside
and I shut
the window

Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 10, 2006
Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 7, 2010

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  • Nathan Strange (12/11/2006 6:13:00 PM)

    This is good, I'm always sneering! grrrrrrrrrr

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