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Something. Something.
by Leah LaibenSomething isn't right here:
The corners are crooked.
So is his smile.
The phone isn't ringing and
it hasn't for a while.
Something isn't right here.
The walls are thin and plain.
My father isn't with me,
and my mother's gone insane.
Something isn't right here.
I've forgotten who to blame.
There's not a whore in hell
who hasn't done the same.
Something isn't right here. 11/30/2007 Author's Note: hmph
Posted on 12/01/2007
Copyright © 2024 Leah Laiben
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/01/07 at 03:39 AM ypu'te so funny and wise... I love the verve and the boldness of this. |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 12/01/07 at 05:35 AM Playful rhymes with dark poems - A combination I'm definitely big on. I like this very much, particularly the second stanza. All mothers go insane, eventually... Can't blame them for that I guess. Anyway, awesome poem. |
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