It's rather ordinary.
The carpeting is plain...
Short,
Abrasive.
It's like sandpaper...
Nothing to scrape yourself back and forth over;
But it's not as blatant as your rickety whorehouse special.
Laying flat out over it
Is no pain.
And, though it's bound to leave impressions in your skin,
Small imprints vanish quickly.
Skin is resilient,
Stubborn.
The floor will be fine.
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Reviewed by Mike Philbin (Reader)
Reviewed on February 24, 2003
carpet burns
fire in the skin
watch the ceiling
thinking of England
secretary of nylon back
whoring her day away
what is missing?
happiness
calm
vomit in a bucket
fists in the face of lust
to completion
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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fire in the skin
watch the ceiling
thinking of England
secretary of nylon back
whoring her day away
what is missing?
happiness
calm
vomit in a bucket
fists in the face of lust
to completion
that's how your poem made me feel
Sandie Angel :o)