< in the doll house >

[rayheinrich]

do you need to be an ass and center justify.
Makes copy and paste a pain in the butt, plus it makes it
much harder to read. Reminds me of an episode of the
"Ghost Whisperer", where the dolls in the doll house were
the family that use to live there but refused to
go into the light, or that sort of bullshit you know.
 

It's not center-justified (note straight left margin), I just spaced it out so that its placement was
in the middle of the illustration. And yes, maybe that's a bit anal, but that's how the author wanted it.

As to content: I've spent months re-writing, revising, and editing the damned thing and I've achieved
the suspension of disbelief necessary to deem any negative criticism as a failure on its author's part
to understand its true import.

Ray

P.S. And uh... "Ghost Whisperer"???
You should be embarrassed to possess knowledge of this series.

It's meant as an homage to Philip K. Dick's novel Ubik
(specifically its concept of "half-life") and by extension to
Richard Linklater's movie Waking Life. (If I was going
to go the TV route, there's an episode of Rod Serling's
"The Twilight Zone" that comes pretty close.)

"The victory of failure lies in dreams." - Ernesto Hubere

For what it's worth, here's the poem without the space-out:

< in the doll house  >

at night  
in the doll house
sometimes
i'm afraid of the sounds

but in the day
the house is silent
though
sometimes
i hear the echoes of a bark
that makes me want to leave
and meet the dog outside
and meet the day  
and meet the night as well

is there a dog outside?



its barking disappears
and i forget about the dog  
and all the silence that its barks destroyed

and through the window
comes the sun
its light so bright
it sets the drifting dust aglow

the silence of the afternoon
when everyone's away

it's time to sleep  
 


the house
with us inside  
through all these years  
of sun  
of silence  
standing like a promise  
waiting to be kept

are we awake?



at night
if there was no one here
to be afraid
the sounds in this old house    
would just be sounds

we're always here



this house of dolls  
is where we live
a house within a house
that isn't here
that was
discarded years ago

there isn't anyone
that's left
that's listening  
(not even you)
all gone
all long since pulled apart  
destroyed...  



in this old house  
inside the center of the day        
when everyone's away

in this old house  
the silence and the barks
surround our dream

we wake

they slice into our dream

we wake

amidst the pieces of this house
     
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