Finding The Foundation Of The House

The times when things seem to be everything without.

 

Gotcha,

     Floor

I saw you coming

Way back when I first had her

When she crept in me

 

Oh,

Did you know, floor,

That you got everything and nothing

All at once?

Its true,

And strange.

That is why we had to meet

Face to face,

You understand.

We have the same life,

here

Things creeping on

And around

And in.

It makes for a large family,

Doesn’t it?

It goes so far,

As far as I can't see...

And you won’t mind a spill,

No...

Cause you had it all once.

Nothing new to you,

Anywhere

Just the same meeting.

Twice

Or a Million times

You waining friend

But

You let them take

You do,

 

They take

Your everything

and

Then they put yours,

 

Your everything

 

Where they put mine

 

All the way up there...

 

Reviews

[Hawksmoor]

A poem based on an interesting analogy.

"I know your pain and horror," you seem to be saying as you stare down at the thing we all stand upon, day by day. Maybe you see a reflection, maybe you've seen one at one time or two in your life. That's chilling, that image. It's chilling because I can understand it. I can dig on it. S**t, I'm diggin on it right now.

"I feel these things because I've been like you from the moment I was born."

S**t.

Keep writing.

I can't explain exactly how this made me feel, but trust me when I tell you that I've been there, staring up into the face of the go-go world while bullshit leaves trails of indifferent slime across my personal reality.

Hawksmoor�From The Bleed.

[Ari]

I really enjoyed this. The voice is clear and persuasive, as well as realistic. Great read!

[Astrid Hamilton]

I personally met the writer below me at a WritersCafe conference in december 2006, and I have respect for him as a writer- I was reading his interesting review, an analogy within an analogy, and I wanted to know what he meant by this line:

"I feel these things because I've been like you from the moment I was born."

did you write it in the poem, only to delete it? Or were those his words to you, saying he connects just the same?
Either way, I understand the poem, and it would or wouldn't be interesting to give to you my own
decipher on what this poem means to me.
Everything, but nothing was ever given and taken away all at once, to me; sometimes people do not know what it is they may have, if they are not shown, so in all fairness, how can it very well be taken away,
those eyes? I want to see.
Up there.
The same?

(deeper realm heading here to whisper to you without saying what I feel from this poem)