see? no real pattern, no real rules, just a picture. it's barely poetry, it's barely art.
i'm going to do a series of these, just as insights into my life. that was one i thought up while in an awkward car ride on the way to MCC. can YOU write a tableau? consider yourself tagged.
Little cabin
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little man
by the window stood
saw a
bunny
hopping by
knocking at
his door
help me
help me
HELP ME!
he said
before the hunter
shoots me
dead
little bunny come inside
safely to abide
He feels great disturbance
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A terrible battle rages,
Destroying his body,
Ravaging his surroundings.
Mint-colored sheets, soiled.
The vividly colored remains
Of his inner self
Paint the walls, the ceiling, the Floor.
He has lost control.
Crossing the dark halls filled
With the stench of the dead,
Only to find
A bottle of carpet cleaner,
He screams,
"Why must it happen
At 2 in the morning?"
you freakin crack me up!!
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