The cabin

Cabin blasting memories out of the four walls
Catching lighting bottled feelings, leaking gassy sounds
Escaped a fate of fire from the attic, the addicts scratching brain
Inside the cabin veins and wires
working out the pain
So many sovereign quirks in replicating genes
Inside a special someone, so in search of the same thing

Reviews

[barleygirl]

The first 3 lines start me out in the mindset of an actual cabin. But then your poem seems to make a turn & it feels more like it's referring to a person's mind or body as being "the cabin". There's something about living in a cabin (I live in one) that is quite different than most people, who live in apartments or houses. "Cabin" implies rustic & possibly out in the boonies, so if the mind is a cabin, there's no telling what strange & woolly s**t might be going on in there (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[dukovan]

that word, woolly, has been coming up. What does it mean to you?