Written as a class exercise on 4/22/10. The exercise was to write about a surreal dream without mentioning it as a dream. Currently untitled. Help with a title would be great.
Perforations permeate through narrow stairs around blinding corners. Dusk white chalked shadow recesses leave traces etched on walls, plaster crumbles behind weathered wallpaper. Blackened with ashes of age.
Our tired lives are weary, read from cover to cover. Worn. Letters rubbed through. Smudges on pages. Penciled in then erased again in margins. Our marginal lives whited out and corrected; our mistakes still present beneath the perfection.
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"Deserted Home" because this reminds me of many empty houses that we explored, back in the 60's, out in the country.
ReplyDeleteOr, "Eroded in the Dust", don't know why, it just seemed right.