Baggage

Eveyone has some

 

An echo.

of click- thumping empty

carousels of chastity,

and burning

conveyor belts.

 

Under a fluorescent

glare

stuffed with

f**k me looks.

My abandoned

baggage

packs a gun.

My own.

Armed and dangerous.

Innuendo

and tickets to

Nowhere;

Excerpt,

Lost and found,

Where he belongs;

Beside deserted

box cutters,

claim numbers,

and forgotten scrawl

on postcards that

wished he was here.

Reviews

[Michael X]

you leave the reader only to speculate and draw upon own conclusions as this powerfully
rendered, intense, passionately well thought out, metaphorically devised work reflecting
in essence what defines "baggage" refers to in meaning, depicting matters of the heart in
in the setting of broken dreams and turmoil, your words are completely transporting, vivid,
presice, a subtle, imposing image of trepidation, every line is written to be at heightened
intent, effective, draws the reader to depthful pondering, artistically surrendered. mike

[Y. Counts]

This is excellent! I love the image of a tossed aside love, left to moulder among the "forgotten scrawl on postcards" in some place where time ticks away under flourescent light. I've had a few "tickets to nowhere" myself! Oh well, all a part of the journey, right? GREAT job!

[jusgivit]

whewww.. well, this one's to personnel to comment on except I loved the writing.. hang in there kid
im here if ya need me