Sunday, April 3, 2011

Penthouse Suite

when you hear me write of love,
you know not of whom I speak;
you've been telling me what to say
far too long,
now it's my turn
even if my signal's weak.

when you hear me tell a story,
you think you've inspired one of the roles;
you're a smaller player than you realize,
wearing a mask
far oversized,
but I'm directing the show.

when you hear me
you think you're alone on my floor;
but the stairs don't go up this high,
the elevator is
locked and keyed
and my bouncers will show you the door.

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