Blackout 1.1~writing exercise
Merchant's House,
East Village
1933
Shaking violently,
night spirits,
bizarre happenings;
some say they never
left.
Small children,
bald, tattooed.
Marshmallow Man
frustrated patriarch
died,
stuck around for
Gertrude.
Stayed until her death,
searching for spirits.
One if by land,
two if by sea
hungry man
unpacked his equipment,
temperature cold.
Fisherman gets
skunked.
Heavy red curtains,
eighty-one degrees
in Mrs. Tredwell's bedroom
white marble shadows,
haunted Voice~
no reply.
Two mannequins
bald, yellowed
make a noise,
move the chandelier.
Shuffle dismissed
haunted obsessively,
static
forever.
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You are a gifted poet. I'm a fraid of Bert from Amsterdam. I live in Virginia and I'm a poet too.
Phyllis Johnson
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