the title of this poem is im going to alaska on a fishing boat and i hope i never see me again

all 22 words are the title

you lie there,

disconnected. on the

ash-stained linoleum, of your

dreary studio apartment. 

blues and reds paint

the walls.

dancing; pulsating.

something so familiar

can't seem to recall

the last part.

a siren's lulling,

crying through

speeding through

the night.

a frantic concerto,

pleading 

"you cant go home"

under the double latched

inornament 

steel door

pill bottle shadow spires

and candlestick cityscapes

ordain spiritspilt floor

the radio tower light

blinking softly

in the corner

a reset kitchen

timer

i could have

swore, i had more

ti-

 

 

  

 

Reviews

[Chris]

The title DOES speak volumes...

Some moments fill our memories - kaleidoscope flashes of good, bad, and life-happenings.

[Beren]

Dude this is really deep and it made me stare at a blank wall. I don't know. i hope you dont lie there disconnected anymore. thank you for sharing

[Arundass TP]

Alaska is great place, I heard. Nicely written poem 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟