Yep, I'm sorry in advance. Not much cheery stuff to be found here at the moment. If its fun you want, go look at the Red Meat comic strip website. Good stuff. Anyway, this little peice of moping that wanders and goes nowhere actually has a title. Hey, it happens to the best of us. (note: structure of the poem has been altered since first posting on the 29th)

Venetian Blind(ed)

Sunlight pokes through
shut shades –
dots portrayed
while/where
i lay
and feign interest in
starting .

Sunlight streams through
slanted shades
(and cracked tint) -
portraying a
((sk)/vi)ew(ed)
but whou asked?

Sunlight bleeds through
slits and hints
at salient silence -
fadingly defying the
desire of dark/ness
by /less

then will
i stir
to sleep.

Random Original Poetry, courtesy of M(e/yself), and unoutFluences.