Tuesday, September 27, 2005

The Green Lamp

Humming of florecent the light
its buzzsaw lyrics comfort me
The sun itself is much too bright
blinding my eyes, can barely see

In this room, a tomb of sorts
perpetual day stems off night
The sun can curse, spit retorts
but in here there is only light

I could do it, get up if I felt
like leaving, taking flight
make the walls of this place melt
but that would bring only blight

Yet truth be told, filled with fright
this artificial day is comforting
fills me with courage, gives me might
the green lamp, it lets me sing

Ed Kidhardt

9:39 AM


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