Places I dare not go
Dark alleys,
Sterile green rooms and bright lights,
One table and two chairs,
Among friends of yours.
To the bottom of that staircase,
The last row of seats on the night bus,
Congregations of ties and well polished shoes,
The seat next to you.
A stage, one microphone and laughing people,
Rooms with forms in triplicate,
Where happiness is a prerequisite,
The place opposite your eyes.
Anywhere Godfromheaven is,
Where you have to pay to get in,
Mirror galleries,
The air you breathe.
Poetry by efflux
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Written on 2006-09-02 at 21:23
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