oil spill.

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 16, 2020


my brain
leaks
when i'm in
the shower,
sliding down
shoulder and
thigh,
pooling
between
my toes.

and you
have the gall
to ask
why
i've become
so hopeless.

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  • 4 months ago

    by Skyfire

    Very beautiful formatting. Love the way, as Ben mentioned, it almost seems to leak down the page.

  • 4 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I love this, MA. The formatting literally 'leaks' down the page.
    It's funny how, when in the shower, we are often at our most pensive. I say funny becuse surely that's when we should be most relaxed. Perhaps the two 'compliment' each other a little too snugly for comfort...
    I think that I can relate to this. After all, in this current, hideous environment that the whole world seems to be suffering some way or other, whose brain wouldn't leak down the plughole?

    Take care, MA

  • 4 months ago

    by Everlasting

    This is different from what I am used to reading from you. It’s, it’s ... i have no clue how to describe it. The words are like “in you face” but It’s, it’s... like the words weight down on me. The image is intense. I can’t help but relate to it somehow. Even though I’m not entirely sure what this is about.

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