Pine Ceilings

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NovPAD Day 16. (A Panel Poem) 

bare wood ceilings stretch 
the traffic of geckos in 
tongued pine - to lie at 
night and count their bellies,  
see their tails drawn out - 
extended arrows of growth. 
Another One Bites the Dust 
beats like the future on the 
stairs like the drumming of 
time through my father’s 
earphones. he will keep his 
hair but not his hearing. and 
the geckos will stay long after 
this house heats and cools alone and time is measured by the 
ticking in the roof. but in my 
mind that room is always mine 
with lilac walls and running 
lizards who carry the future, 
their living tree shapes of 
knotted m a g n i f i c e n c e

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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7 thoughts on “Pine Ceilings”

  3. So many wonderful lines in here Worms! 👌👌 But these 2 I particularly enjoyed! 😁😁
    “like the drumming of
    time through my father’s
    earphones.”
    “living tree shapes of
    knotted m a g n i f i c e n c e”

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