The Lounge
I’d like to sit in the smoky gray
with my inhibitions
swirling up up
gathering in clouds
on the ceiling.
I’d like to step
out of my self,
leave my skin
in a wrinkled pile,
kick it out of the way.
I’d like to sit naked,
a heart beating
to the rhythm of a poem,
a soul thrumming
to piano notes
that weep.
4 comments:
Yummy! Reading your poem I feel like I want to do just what you're doing.
This is top-notch from beginning "inhibitions swirling up up" to
middle "skin...wrinkled pile...kick it out of the way" to that luscious closing verse.
How deep!!!Love every single line. Moved me.
This is just wonderful - so noir and just captures exactly how I am feeling these days. Thanks!
I think I too need to do this. Wonderful way to put it!
And thanks for riding the train!
symmetry in poetry or what?
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