there is view from outside of his bolted door
as he hunkers down quietly in the corner in a chair
a smoke and a drink and medium inundations
to temper the vibration from inside his skull
to soften the struggle of all he let go
there is a draft seeping out from under the door
and a hum of the fan from above pushing down
as he wonders if this moment is all that he is
connecting, retreating, creeping out from within
to temper the hope from inside of his cells
to soften the edges of a life come undone
(c) Heather Brager July 2010
A portrait with some clever sound play Ms. Brager. there is some kind of voodoo magic in line 5. I swore it rhymed even after multiple reads but I cannot find its counterpart. what the hell? that's the kind of writing I really admire. bravo!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Voodoo magic!
ReplyDeleteThis is great! I love the tight sounds and the urgency in it. Powerful piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brent.
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