Muse of Muses : Greta Garbo

everynight my walls turn to tears
late night tv white screen
making noise through a smoking curl
rising from my fingertips
newspapers on the floor
from when we were together

walls all look the same
white plain jane
as smoke rises to the floor
Garbo looks down
stares silently frozen
then whispers like wind


11 thoughts on “everynight”

    1. Thanks Karen, I was wondering if anyone would get that..I blend words without commas. Life doesn’t give you a comma so I dont either..okay, rarely. πŸ™‚

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