Here's the most recent "finished" poem I've written. I think it was about a year ago. I think it had something to do with my attempts to figure out what landscape painting was supposed to be good for.
If I had a window I
Would sit and watch the cars go by
And roll along, and roll away
And roll into another day
The wall here is no good to me
When it's all there is to see
You know drywall's such a sorrowful sight
When it's all you see for day and night
Outside the door, out in the hall
There hangs a lamp, and that is all
A cold and silent corridor
With bare walls and a polished floor
But all I want to do today
Is watch the cars as they go away
I swear I'd need no other guide
If I could only look outside
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