Building Obsessed

A poem about a man obsessed with buildings!

 

 

BUILDING OBSESSED

 

How your hand caressed a building,

like it was your shapely lover.

 

How wet tears in your eyes collected

and dropped like raindrops

at the demise of the Twin Towers,

not for the people inside but for

the noble structures themselves.

 

When we looked at your developed

pictures together almost all of them

would be of buildings, hardly any had

people in them at all.

 

Morning, noon and night

that's all you had on your mind

and in your sight was buildings.

 

You were obsessed!

 

 

Reviews

[Liza]

i remember that day - i lived in new york at the time; i came into work 15 minutes late - i worked in queens but could see manhattan skyline from the office...i was obsessed - i couldn't process what was happening - i was waiting for someone to say - its all a joke....a lifetime of feeling safe shot to hell that very day -

[Marie Harrison]

My ex was obsessed with buildings. He cared more about buildings than he did about people. This poem describes how I felt about his problem.

[Another Relic]

The people around where I live are Obsessesed with buildings that's for sure. I used to look out my window and see flowers and trees. Now I see brick and a big ugly fence. Strange.