THE Otherness of Nablusoss The "Other" in the other room knows by now There's something in all of his fears Now he wears this thread bare he sits on the floor The glass pressed tight to the wall he hears murmurs low The screen is peeling eyes staring straight at the ceiling
Maybe they're there Or maybe it's nothing at all As his graffiti smears on the wall? The "Misty" in the other room he powders his face stares into his Noh-theatrical reflection "Stranger" in the other room? he stifles a yawn Adjusting his theatrical gown he tosses his tresses FFL lover undresses Turning the last lamp light down What's that voice we're hearing We should be sleeping Could that be someone who's weeping Maybe he's there Maybe there's nothing to see Just a trace of what used to be Nablusoss in the other room he darkens his lash and blushes FFL seems looks familiar --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 <no_reply@...> wrote: > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Rick Archer" rick@ wrote: > > > > Is Nabby German? I thought he lived in Scandinavia. Well Zieg Heil to you > > old buddy! > > > Do you have Germanic blood in your veins Rick, I thought it was Irish !? > Anayway, Sieg Heil to you too, Mensch ! :-) >
