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Snakes on the Stairs
by Alison McKenzieWrithing in airs of glory
Imminent strike of fanged gavel
Caution called with every step.
Move along.
This isnt your house anyway.
Attics full of folly.
Its hailing snakes
Where none abide.
I just want to wake up.
Someone shake me,
Bring me back.
09/18/2004 Author's Note: Another poem written out of some nebulous place in my head, not related to anything based in my real life. I don't get it, but there it is.
Posted on 09/18/2004
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 09/21/04 at 11:47 PM writing poems i didn't understand was always one of my favourite things. don't seem to do it any more, sadly. glad you're keeping it up. |
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