What the Pillow Said
All my life since the factory
I have lain on this one bed,
Cushioning the dreaming night
Visions of this one young man’s head
As they wandered through
The dizzy saturation of pictures–
Friends, storybook monsters–all blue
With memory. My job was clear
And without significant interest:
Make a soft place, put up here
And there with drool or even
The occasional murmur or snore.
So when he moved out of the dorm
I saw my chance and, leaping
From atop the laundry basket
Of despair, I fell. Keeping
Company with a telephone pole
For the last three nights and days
Has been eye-opening (or would have,
If I had eyes). Cars drive through haze
Into a future I could not imagine
Back then, before their journey showed
Me possibilities for adventure,
Before today began my life on the road.
buildingapoem 
great poem
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Thanks!
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welcome
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Go pillow!!! 😀
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Oh, this is a children’s book. Pillow, growing weary of snores and drool puddles, escapes the laundry basket of despair to go on a wild adventure of his own making.
Do this.
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I just did. But if you want to illustrate it, I can attempt to come up with the words to go with your pictures.
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Getting a little greedy with those doodle demands, ain’tcha?
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What can I say? I am a fan of fine art!
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Oh, you!
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