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Apartment Mentality
Four tiny walls
tiny kitchen
tiny molded toilet and overdue rent
angel white tapestry
separating scenes of the city and sounds of
lost people remembering again
blue speckled pots and pans and spoons
falling from countertop to living room
floor, the door concrete and
warped in the dark when speakers below blow
brilliant red chords with no room to reach out
so they reach up instead
dirty socks line the doorway, Chinese takeout
the last excuse to leave the room
a dove perch on the open balcony, as far as the
eye can see
nothing but little people doing little things
smalls as dust mites or spider bites
scrambling like eggs in a frying pan across the expanse of
big city spread out beneath
each person looking up and biting off small
chunks of their own sky, that is,
within 1000 square feet of carpet.
I enjoy the entire feel of this poem like I was living the piece as I was reading it. I like the line, “lost people remembering again.” I also like the rhyme of “spoon” and “room”, because it sounds like dancing. The alliteration you have added sparingly in pieces and parts of this poem are really beautiful. I thoroughly enjoy the way you write 🙂
This was amazing. I really really really really really loved it. especially the lines: “nothing but little people doing little things, smalls as dust mites or spider bites, scrambling like eggs in a frying pan across the expanse of big city spread out beneath” This one line sent chills down my spine. It was the golden cherry on top of the mound of other cherry’s. It took the reader through the scene you were presenting and made them feel ever single last thing that was happening. It went through my body like poetry should. Breathtaking, fantastic, loved every second of reading this.