Thursday 14 February 2013

deep underneath //

toe to tile
backbone to barren floor, frigid -
chills to clammy skin

a gravity that sinks deep into the gut

you are drawn to low things
fallen fruit and dirt between the cracks
down and damned,

and you are made from darkness
low voices clinging to cigarette stained walls,
you found comfort in your riven body being
far beneath brainwaves and scorching eyes

a safe haven in the fault lines that run
from the refrigerator to the stove
and in the smell of alcohol and Clorox mixed
all pulling you further in

the ones on foot can trample you, still
but you are a million cutting shards (broken)
this is why you chose the ground
flat-spined, invisible

down and damned,



  1. S,
    Yours is some of the best writing I have come across in the web of the internet. I look forward to every single post.

    Breakfast After 10

  2. the imagery in here paints a picture, very good, and i agree with lu. glad to have found you.

  3. Very nice poem. Economy of words... But the few chosen tell us everything. Bernadete