The Person In The Room Wishes To Be Left Alone

Shut tight
Secure behind a door
Under the dark
It begins rhythmically
Like notes tapped on a piano
Hammer striking, ribbon fluttering
My story begins.

I have wanted to tell
For so long
To run and touch
Fuzziness through fingers
Out beyond the water
You could be
Standing simultaneously here.

Tolling bell,
Release and return,
A field of white
Invaded,
Strikes and shadows
Characters dancing
Aligned.

Coming out
Inside I play
Heavy handed
A cigarette
Those I have kissed
I am searching.

Mistakes corrected
Stepping backwards
White on black
Or stricken through
These pages pile
Or lay wrinkled.

How to leave
And will you look?
Traveling along
Having tried to speak
I go and remain
Words written
And lived.

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About German Jones

I am a librarian by day; I do all sorts of things at night.
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