The Drawing Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The Drawing



Tear the sheet in half
Maladjust the permanence of vision
In J's room with a photo of the false prophet on the wall
Shared with those that need to fill in space with inspiration

The drawing he showed me was of a tired looking pied piper playing a flute leading a toilet with legs down a cobblestone path
Behind them in the sky is a sun-sized wide open bloodshot eye looking over the whole scene

What was on the sides of tragic white sheets of sketch paper
We never talked of this
We talked of betrayal and which key fit the lock
And the walking toilet as a different representation of the siren song of God

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