in the shadows of my room
there lives a little creature
sitting and watching
munching on coffee grounds
and popcorn
thrown there last night
in a fit of drunken ecstacy
there's so much i never knew
he whispers so many secrets of the world
in my sleep
and mocks my glaring, glowing beast
flinging kernels at the screen
this little thing
my furry ball of burgundy and smokey cafés
i watch him from my bed and laugh
grey-green eyes melted honeycombs
oh such the glaring laughing little muse.
©1999 m. hughes
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