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[proximoception]

I came into the rooming house
With just a trunk and cough
And readiness to rest and rouse
And once again set off

They put me in room number one
A girl in silks lived there
They had
once she did what she done
To cut me from her hair

In two there was a lady stern
Who frowned me down to earth
But soon each other's joke we'd learn
And part all full of mirth

In three there was a living flame
Who blackened me inside her
When I was done you'd see a dame
Who wouldn't scare a spider

In four I had the law laid down
By rules dressed up as woman
By May so vast her eyes had grown
That you could fit the room in

Five I can't remember well
Nor her that dwelt inside it
But now my kneecaps hurt like hell
And now my mind's divided

Last I ended up in six
Where Agnes did me kindly
But Tom and Greta joined the mix
And in the hall I find me

I'm going from the rooming house
Now trunkless but quite coughless
If God had made me more the spouse
I swear I'd wander off less

Comments

[thelican.livejournal.com]

It's great. And I love the last rhyme,too.

The story of your relationship?

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

Ha! No. Just silliness.

[thelican.livejournal.com]

Reeeely?

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

I categorically deny having ever been hair-entangled, frowned upon, laughed with, flame-blackened, rule-beset, kneesore, divided-minded, or in any nonstandard grouping with anyone named Tom.

[thelican.livejournal.com]

But, you know, figuratively speaking.

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

As if the story of a house
Were told or ever could be

[thelican.livejournal.com]

Wow. That poem is fantastic.

I'd never heard of it, or Robinson. But wow.

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

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