Hidden Room Wander the decaying old neighborhood Along a damp dark alley Through a heavy oak door Up creaking yielding stairs To my hidden room Scratchy record plays memories Vinyl upholstered couch invites me Metal framed chairs for friends So rare Smudged metal framed window Looks out on industry and factory And tenements Only blocks from my life Many years from my life Few steps from there to here Decades from there to here All that I am not there And all that I am here Everything kept hidden there Can be unleashed here
My creative outlets have all dried up, it seems. I think I may be searching for new places to scratch in some ideas. Le Voila! A solution! My blog is born.
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