Friday, November 6, 2009

Friday, November 5, 2009: Notcot #26043

Tetris

Candy-coloured building blocks drop from the sky.
I am the builder. It’s my job to pull them into
Even lines, not to stop their falling, but
To ease them into waiting spaces. There’s music, too,
To contend with. It sets a pace, or maybe I do.
The blocks flutter down like confetti, Rubik’s cube shrapnel,
So I breathe and gather myself. There’s work to be done here.

2 comments

  1. At the carnival, val. . .

    I like you
    You like me. . .

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  2. I loooooooove the fisrt line here storialist :)

    It's SO bursting with desperation for a little illustration to follow creatively inspired suit.....

    thea.
    xx

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