Three walls, one mirror, one window and door,
A bed, desk, sink, closet, chest of drawers,
An antique A/C unit, some carpet, some tile,
A fluorescent light and distinct lack of style.
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26 Aug 2012 5 Comments
Aug 27, 2012 @ 11:16:53
You are living where I lived senior year! Except two floors down. You will hopefully LOVE your little three-wall room as much as I did. Decorate however the heck you want. Your roommate won’t mind!
Aug 27, 2012 @ 11:18:58
Oh and I should also add, people may give themselves the “honorary roommate” title and stop by at crazy hours. Just a warning.
Aug 27, 2012 @ 13:18:45
Haha, awesome! As soon as I get some sticky-tack I plan to do just that. So far I have only had two people other than myself set foot in my room, so an “honorary roommate” might be a welcome surprise 😛
Aug 31, 2012 @ 18:54:53
I like how simple it is. The poem is really stripped down and that feeling even emphasizes how empty the room is.
Are you familiar with a rapper by the name of Aesop Rock? He has a song called The Substance and this poem would fit into the first four bars perfectly.
Sep 01, 2012 @ 01:25:06
Thank you so much–I was really trying to emphasize the spartan nature of the room, so I’m glad you saw that! I have heard of Aesop Rock (for some reason his song delivery usually really bugs me), though hadn’t heard that song. You’re right–this seems to fit almost too perfectly. There really is nothing new under the sun. Well, I shall gladly take the comparison; I can think of a great many
lyricists, no…musicians, no… people who sing words who I’d rather not be connected to. Always enjoy when poems can be connected to other artworks–which is why I try to make small connections with the photo/poem combo. But it is a much greater delight when someone else makes a connection. 🙂