It is not hard wood, not the
gleaming – glossy
It is unpolished.
It was built quick and quietly. An emergency.
Like when a young girl was
sent away quickly
returned – everything in
tact, yet emptier.
Ssshhh…We don’t talk about that.
It did not have the luxury of central air
or Vinyl Siding…
an “unfinished home”.
Unpolished, unfinished and
The hot water was arrogant and the
cold water, cruel!
December nights waltzed in through the
cracks in the unstable
structure like they were made to take over the
Pneumonia often leeched it’s way in,
threatening the morsel of comfort contained in
Homes are cold and aloof though,
comfort is of no concern to them.
The set-up just stood, hard and rigid.
The floor boards shrieking out, as
if a bare-foot was
too much to sustain.
After some time, the ceiling began to cave. It had
been standing straight for
as long as its resources would allow.
It grew weak and frail, the floor
began to rot away, broken windows
sat bandaged back together, paralyzed.
Cinder blocks carried in cobwebs
that housed spiders more comfortably
than this house did its inhabitants.
One day, all of the inhabitants
packed and went away. No remorse, no sadness,
just the bare-feet walking further and further away.
I’m having so much fun, and then you do PUBLISH THAT?
wow. You brought me right back:
How did my skin peel off?
with vigor and vim,
and oils and cream
Yet still it peeled.
Inch by inch,
leaving red and then redder,
til “Bloody The Shedder.”
Doctor’s poked and combed books
and shot the odd look.
Prodded, drew blood
Offered false shakes of sorrow,
then handed me off
to a dermless tomorrow.
But the truth never gotten,
as this patient sit sodden
As disease often goes.
Bloated fingers and toes.
Now I wait, til the oxy
embraces the vessels,
turns blue into red,
and I’m finally dead.
Bursting digits, no prints,
limbs oozing and crimped,
Organs raging and mad,
but skinless at last.
Im confused by the PUBLISHED THAT?? part! What do you mean??
Awesome and Amazing!! This is terrific and I love it!
ME TOO! It’s amazing… a game changer.
That made me stop everything I was doing. It hurt to read it.
I felt it. In ever pour pore.
My night of “funny fancy” writing is over… I’m WITH YOU in your new mood now.
Thank you for sharing.
I simply meant “we,” your fans were being silly… and you ROCKED OUR world back down to the actual earth, where we belong.
I’m all in.
Let’s write together……!
Thanks for following me.
Yours so far, Great.
Most of my writing over the years has been on another blog of my blogs and the book dream!
Wrote this for you, just now:
Slammed digit, car door.
The thumbnail grows black.
Distress kicks in,
purple undercoat gets framed
as the tip of your essence is maimed.
Beauty takes a momentary refrain,
as logic is strained.
The pain is repressed and then over.
Eventually the ugly will just fall off.
As a matter of course.
Normal will grow back.
And inner flower blossoms again.
3:20 AM in Denver
Cheap Shiraz and Diet Mountain Dew.
Real life …
6:26 Am In Denver. Still Drinking cheap red wine.
And Magnetic Fields have a hold.
This is great. Thank you for sharing!
Such an awesome narrative story, and it reads so well! I really appreciated this piece.
Left like a corpse to crumble and rot. (usually impounded by the state or a bank)
It always saddens me to see a house in that state, I can only imagine happy people living there when it was new, and what would they think of it now..
This is a remarkable and well written piece that reminds me very much of the various places I rented while attending university in Texas. Thanks for sharing your words.
Thank you very much.
Very touching. Absolutely great depiction of detail, and most of all it almost brought tears to my eyes considering my current housing situation and being ill at the same time. Thanks for sharing this.. Lucianus
Thank you Lucianus…your comments are always so appreciated!!
I hate, no despise humiliation.
I cringe at prostrated images of humans as “things.”
Objects. We are not. None of us.
I wonder how it still exists in a modern world, where evidence is everywhere.
Is no one watching out loud?
And I cry worse for Wookies.
All fur and filled with doubt.
(Peta, think forward and hear my plea)
(Mae, I hope your smiling… long f’ing night for your kid, me.)
You are wonderful friend!! Thanks for the smile! I hope today is better for you.
Thanked for following me. I never follow unless I really want to, and your poetry is so magnetic becoming a follower was no problem at all.
Oh wow. Well thank you so much. I am happy that you enjoy it!
Words, in trepidation,
huddle beneath the stairs
ready to reach out and snatch
The homeless seeking refuge in the best way possible.
Although I “get” how churning works….
Can someone Clarify Butter for me?
It’s Dairy right?
(this is me trying to feel better)