Glass House

no pastel. no fat floating full moons

like the giant red over temple of Poseidon.

Not even those blue roofs

in all the photos of Greece. forget

the old town.

 

just alone

in a depression

that has you eating spoonful’s

of nutella in front of a dripping

sink          wondering why

you’re here

why anybody is

 

suddenly

 

find yourself

at the delta

watching the duck dunk

his head

 

the crows cawing

and flapping 

so f*****g fragile

 

this glass house

and

sunsets 

ending 

in parted 

lips

Reviews

[ChemicalMadness]

sunshine bounces off of fairytale worlds and creates whites so white they are almost blue...the same sunshine shuns every would be smile or could be sigh...how does the same light discriminate? or did i forget what discrimination means at all?

you put me at the bottom of the ocean looking up at an idyllic coastline....and i wondered.....how the f**k did i get here.......know what i mean?

CM.

[just Penny]

A sudden dose of reality is a nasty pill to swallow. Life happens and sometimes we really don't know how we got to a certain place, so everything that was once a special part of life seems a dim memory. I love your final two stanzas, so well written and offering images that will stay with me for a while. Penny