Tags
2012, 6*, furniture shop, realisation, stairs, striving, table, Tunbridge Wells, vindication
twisted
pulled
and chipped
a table
a desk
for my important work
for my vindicating work where
I will have all my works
spread out
and organised
that’ll show them
they don’t listen to me
nobody listens to me
I’ll lift the table from the top floor
to the ground floor
myself
I am strong I can do it
this way
missed the
last step
of the first flight
heel caught
dip tuck twist
hold table shoulderstrong pulled
mouth drops to edge of table
front tooth chips from inside drop table
sigh sitdown
falls three steps side legs wrench off
thnNNK
feeling the inside
of my front tooth
sheet of sweat on my brow
I stand up and sit down
when the black and grey houndstooths
appear
I knew in a head-down
what had happened
I knew in a don’tpassout
what I had been practising for weeks or months
up to this point
the very antipathy
of what I am trying to be
the very stuff
I am trying not to be
and in that trying
compounding the lack of what I truly am
twisted
pulled
and chipped
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
part of … oh
realisation wormhole: I didn’t see it coming
stairs wormhole: phantom / stranger
table wormhole: Woolwich Central – / making life better II
Tunbridge Wells wormhole: sun low / from behind
vindication wormhole: the / pyrrhic / play
Ouch.
So well written, as usual, I aspire to such writing.
LikeLike
thatfs ferry kind off you
LikeLike
a marvelous snippet of a poem you have here – I followed the link but alas it said page not found
LikeLike
ok I just caught up on your themes link 🙂
LikeLike
ah, so you have stumbled upon my cunning plan, eh; very well, Mr Bond, I shall takeitintoconsideration
LikeLike
thank you; and thanks for the ‘heads up’, I’ve corrected the link now, it should work
LikeLike
Indeed it does thanks, a collective(ly) good read
LikeLike
Uh, yeah. Great read!
twisted
pulled
and chipped
And how! 💋
LikeLike