Crawl Space

A Poem by Perdition

"Crawl Space"

Before the sun scales toward inception

Before they sing

Feral tints of

Bird vim

I savor a distant mold

Orbiting deep

Channels of gray

Haired

And heavy eyed Potomac

I launder our

Dusty dull memories

Hoping somewhere

Simply

To turn a key

Hoping

On fish scale clouds

Unruffled

We weather

This drive away

Before the sky moans of cerulean

Little gals high on a corner

Old photo albums and I

In jeans

We ghostly walk this house

A paradise in bones

Lovely relic scenes

Painful midnight

Cigarettes

Your licentious hair

Screeches from the attic floor

And my eventual

Premeditated decay

© 2015 Perdition

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Alisa Js

Aloha from across land and sea,

This one speaks to me of distant memories contrasted against a current state of hopelessness. Time shows up each day and what do we have? Really...

Your descriptions are as unique as your style of writing, although in this one, the lines and imagery are more direct and not full of metaphors as in many of your other pieces.

I can almost feel the loneliness from here. The overall sense I got from this one was an overwhelming sense of futility, that the persona is almost resigned to the inevitable and whose spirit is in deep travail....

Alisa