32 Feet Per Second

32 Feet Per Second

From the dry tarred roof of a collapsing skyscraper, I can see my childhood home. It looks just like I remember it: a warm Victorian mole kingdom, slightly larger than a shotglass filled with chilled whiskey and thick blood from my constantly busted nose. The ticklish hole seems to have risen from abdomen to throat as the joists of my universe have given in to time and pressure. They said I needed surgery immediately, but the tumors grew faster than my bank statements. A newspaper left by one of the demo men floats by. Headlines say my team is on a winning streak. I’ve always seen myself as falling debris and bent steel. Just one more half-empty plastic cup to clean up when the party ends.

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

describing yourself in such a highspeed fall...you're bound to reach terminal...velocity. interesting lines..."tumors grow faster than bank statements" and "half-empty plastic cup to clean up"...definitely gives us the feeling of inner hopelessness and futility in this humdrum life.

I enjoyed it thoroughly.

[OT]

Oh I wondered what had happened to this piece! you know I like it - an air of apathy, melancholy and discontent infused with a bit of loneliness! nice!!

[KAREN]

Sad write, and very emotional. A short poem filled with such tragic happenings!!

[Hollow Man]

Well said. The last line will def resonate for some time. Great write

kgs

[MiidniightSoul]

Such an emotional and tragic piece. So much sadness punched in those few lines. Beautiful write.

[Maurice]

Very melancholic piece, beautifully written.

[Ruth]

There is such a melancholy feel to this! All observation has led to the fall of nostalgia from such a height!
Beautifully penned! xx

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is possibly the most tragic voice I've heard from you. The legacy of a brutal childhood and the intimations of death are offset by the unapologetic tone.
I felt this all the way to my bones.