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bedsheets

by Corey Lockaby

he closed the car door
and pulled away
like the tugging of a rope
the silence unbearable and so he turned on the AM static
but the worst thing of all is that
he still doesn't know why it happened

left onto main
he feels more like
less than bad, or not even in emotion
there's something else

it's the morning after life and
death only takes him so far
like when you wake up and realize
you slept through the ride

(the rain)

and all this shit
piles up like bedsheets
he could probably suffocate with inaction
and his tears want something
so ultimately passive-aggressive
that he gives up control
over animate and

he goes in

08/10/2005

Author's Note: 08/10/2005

Posted on 08/14/2005
Copyright © 2024 Corey Lockaby

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sarah Graves on 08/14/05 at 01:48 AM

Very intense piece.. I can see it build up with every word.. an emotional explosion. Impressive stuff, once again Corey.

Posted by Paul Marino on 09/15/05 at 09:39 PM

i like this. first poem of your i ever read, and i'm glad i found you

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