Lonely Women's Club

"what is this?"

"...that's an organ." 

"this seems absurd...what's marilyn doing?"  

"what she always does."

"why's no one speaking?"

"..sssshhh!"

"i'm getting sleeping.  when are they serving the food?"

"quiet!..you're missing the point."

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tonight, i sit in both a crowded and empty room where no one sleeps or speaks. everyone appears exhausted and stocked with adult novelettes, but no one cares. we're creatures of secrecy...we stay silent. it can be a lonely time. 

i hear and feel the sonic tones gently sway.  my body moves and i continue to stare. is this healthy?  should i be here?  if i don't know...i'm probably part of something i ought not to. but continue to look deeply and perceive nothing good. 

the primary colors begin to blur over equally, 

and just enough gray balances it all together. 

i can see and hear my past, in the presence of my future.   

Lawrence English - Lonely Women's Club
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