Hello, I'm just looking for any feedback I can get on this piece. It's definitely a work in progress!
I have seen faces (warped)
in empty fluorescent light.
Heard
voices distorted,
fighting, screaming, capitulating,
copulating.
Bodies at dawn and
tired walks home
walking streets I've known
too long now.
I have known a thousand faces after midnight
and dismissed them all.
I have known voices at all hours
through walls,
and fallen fast
but all they do is disappoint
on waking in that dawning light
and walking home
in heavy boots
to try again after rest.
Perhaps I am too quickly undressed
with nothing left.
To say I am crazy
is an
understatement.
I am crazy every day
in a thousand different ways.
Each time returning alone
to a chair,
the comfiest thing I've known
is solitude at dawn
and the warmth of silence,
no longer forlorn.



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