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Poem: "A Shaking Room"

"This room is shaking. And so am I.
I check my watch. 
It’s been four minutes and twenty-five seconds.
I’ll look again.

Oh look, you’re looking.
And so am I.
What is that you’re holding? Another glass?
Take it easy, darling.
Keep on going, honey.

I turn around.
What is that you’re putting in my drink?
I don’t need no sleeping pill.
You are the dream.

Oh look, you’re looking.
Is it my hair? Is there something in my teeth?
This room is shaking. And so am I.
It’s been eight minutes.
But who’s behind this?

It’s God himself.
He’s crying on me and blowing on us.
He keeps rocking this boat.
And what are you?

Easy! The prettiest thing in the room.
I’m not strange. But I am mad.
It must be the weather. Or the lights.
Or this damn room that keeps on shaking.

The devil made me do it.
Or probably your eyebrows.
Tattooed into my brain.
Together with your eyes. And your dilated pupils.
If you look closely, they’ll show you the future.
Or they’ll mock you.

Beauty is comfort.
But your beauty is disaster.
I could drink you like Jack Daniels.
Ice? No thanks. You’re cold enough.
So cold you make me shake.
Just like this room is shaking.

I know where this is going.
This room is still.
You had me frozen.
You stay afloat. 
Don’t watch me sink.
Come down with me."


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