Interest Only


all square within the confines
of the cask conditioned discothèque
from without my fitful anti-sleep
came the wasps 
and creeping hands 
that spidered across the ceiling and floor
unsure of the etiquette for trembling
yet, for three pages, I was
in the clear, gone, beyond the provincial
boots of leaden grit, though by the fourth
the interest had waned even while that 
was all that remained


◄ Mutuality

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Paul Sands

Tue 1st Oct 2013 15:31

bad dreams and PPI :)

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 1st Oct 2013 12:22

I do like work that seems to be 'unlinked' or 'linked wherever the reader chooses to connect'. This is not an easy poem, but it does have a certain dynamism. 'square' and 'cask' certainly got my attention, as they seem utterly the opposite. And the ending is quite profound.

Rose Casserley

Tue 24th Sep 2013 21:58

well crafted poem.x

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