The Wedge Woman on the wall
Is at least four storeys tall.
From the first storey
Down below
She was someone
I had to know.
One flight up
Was storey two.
She was looking
Kind of blue.
In the third storey
Her chest did heave
But it was time to leave.
In storeys one through three
We said “Goodbye” to Gallery Z.
On the fourth storey
And above
Wedge Woman will fade with the sun.
Did he really say that?
The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = GEORGE CARLIN...Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS...Nothing is more fluid than language = R.L.SWIHART
Monday, April 23, 2012
The Wedge Woman
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