Storage space

 

The storage space pales my face lacking grace
The storage space needs storage space to be wiped clean off the slate

I cram it, cram it
I cram it with guts, the guts of my existence

Crates and boxes
Cupboards and drawers open and close all day long in frustration

What do I have to put into the storage space?
Things fleetingly used,

Books become bricks
Clothes become dead sheep

So I need storage space for transient purchases
Once used items or to bury memories

Hide failures, cover over failings
Fears and obsessions, maps of losses, leftovers on plates

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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