(Governor Tom's Note: I wrote this little ditty in the fall of 1998, my first semester at USC. It was inspired by the studio apartment I was living in at the time.)
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I live in a golden box which is quite
Claustrophobic
And sometimes I think it’s
Funny
Because in the summertime it’s
Unforgiving
Because it doesn’t let me breathe and is
Suffocating
Because it’s so
Small.
The sun penetrates the creamy yellow
Curtains to create a light golden hew
Which fills up the
Box
Like a thick pool of warmth which
Starts out nice but then thickens into
Syrup.
In the winter it’s just as bad because of the
Fecal brown heater which sticks to the wall
Like a block leech, sucking out the little life
Left in my piss-yellow
Walls.
There’s no heat to come from that, just
Cold.
It comes from the heater, from the duct in
The heater which snakes through the piss wall
To the outside where, with a warm opening of
Metal arms, invites the cold in where it can
Swim in and
Drown
Me.
Isn’t it obvious what I’m saying?
Stay away from golden
Boxes.
And don’t sleep. You might get
Crushed.
About Me
- Governor Tom
- I was born in Washington, D.C. but did most of my growing up in South Jersey, about 20 miles or so east of Philly. I also lived down North Carolina way in the late eighties, my middle school years. For college I attended Temple University in Philadelphia where I majored in film and minored in German. Then I came out here to Los Angeles to get my masters in creative writing from USC. My passion remains writing, specifically novels and screenplays, which I work on in my spare time while holding down a day job.
