Structure

Structure

A Poem by Terrance Brown

The dishes sing in the shower.
The laundry sleeps in the bath.
If you stand on your head
You might see my couch
cosy in the hammock of my self,
my television is the abyss that stairs back.
Outside the ponderous extractor fans hum
and satellite dishes dream of the stars.
These walls pulse,
their corners as natural as scar tissue,
a home at home around only myself. 

© 2013 Terrance Brown


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Terrance Brown
Terrance Brown

London



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I am a gonzo poet. I will say what I see. I will write what I like. I have no respect for culture, yours or mine. No respect for religion, or for any belief you might think you have. I do not acknowle.. more..

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