If these walls could talk,
They'd tell you about many things.
Even some you would never want to know.
They'd tell you of sleepless nights,
Pink pillows, cigarettes,
A brass bed, Dawson's Creek
Loud Music, Black Velvet.
And an endless stream of tears.
They would tell you
Of the many lies, drugs,
Hair dye, paganism,
And so much more.
A couple's life would unfold
Before you once pure eyes.
And you could view another episode
Of my cumbersome life
Which for an eternity,
Will remain in re-run.


This poem was written on August 21st, 2000