Hiding in garage

there is something hiding in the garage,

the clustered space dominated by car,

delusion of something true, like mirage,

.

shielding this present time, by a barrage

from the bombardments, of objects bizarre,

which are something hiding in the garage,

.

enclosing nasal holes, this entourage

of spicy scents of Arabian bazaar,

delusion of something true, like mirage,

.

flowering like an old lady’s corsage,

from somewhere appears, an image of tsar

who is somebody hiding in garage,

.

steam wafts, like from a parlour of massage,

mist, fog, haze, I can smell smoke of cigar,

delusion of something true, like mirage,

.

it is but quite a wide ranging montage,

my eyes clouded in the twinkle of stars,

I am somebody hiding in garage,

a delusion of something, like mirage

.

This is tagged as the poem for 18 November for NaBloPoMo.

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23 thoughts on “Hiding in garage

  1. interesting how it turned out to be them hiding in the garage…i was thinking of all the things we stuff in the garage thinking we will use it again…or the relics of our past…and then for it to be them made me really pause…

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  2. You set yourself quite a challenge choosing to write to the villanlelle form – there aren’t too many really good ones around. You have handled the rhymes well – although the way I naturally say garage means that for me it doesn’t rhyme with any of your other choices … smiles.

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