Return to the old school <br />those spacy rooms <br />bourgeois furniture <br />plants sundry <br />crust habits <br />installation institutions <br /> <br />structures heavy <br />sag me to my <br />sore profounds- but <br />shine a floodlight i <br />may only - not <br />a searchlight, candle <br />or reading lamp <br />although the <br />last waits in the corner <br />of hypnosis installation <br /> <br />the hypnotizer is <br />clicked on, brings <br />unlived moods, far <br />views, unlived but <br />yearned hopes into <br />the small spacy chamber <br />if chamber be expanded <br />swapped for a tiny but <br />roomy wordly - fresh <br />air and worldlight <br />streaks and flashes- <br />(like a) flasher, streaker <br />and mooner - not <br />a mingy mincing mooner <br />but a proud one. <br /> <br />i bring triomino, uno, <br />ligretto, carcassonne <br />scotland yard <br />into these small spacy <br />murky <br />hypnotic chambers <br /> <br />aquarells i strengthen <br />Fruits of midnight <br />blind scrawl painting <br />with marie. oh weeeay bless <br />push the dust <br />away. <br /> <br />uno is known <br /> <br />nursery play<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aulde-schole/
