I Drew A Window

I Drew A Window

To keep me

                                     From wandering about free

            I drew a door on the floor

                                         I locked part of me

         In a bottomless closet

With a dripping faucet

                                        When I got bored

           I drew a window

So I could watch the show

Of altered ego

                                        From that cage

   In a foreign language

The show began at the end

                                             I was so amazed

               I cried for countless days

Until I drew a sunrise

That was called an art crime

Because no one could see a sign

                                        In the painted sky… The signs I saw

           Of second comings

Of destruction warnings

            Of everything and nothing








Impersonating An Angel
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy






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