A Life Disabled

by S. Pelham Flood

He sits in his bed,
the green of his eyes
drifting, floe in brown sea.

He awoke today
as he did yesterday,
his neighbor mocking
with drummed orgasms

and viscous giggles.
She'll have a good day,
with genuine smiles,
and sleep that night

without any trouble.
He will do his dishes,
eat while standing up,
watch re-runs

and imagine, frequently,
that his phone made noise
that someone thinks about him
that life will get better.


Posted on 09/16/2009
Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/16/09 at 01:01 AM

... well done.....

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/16/09 at 03:10 PM

...heavy, too cool, like thoreau said: 'men[people] lead lives of quiet desperation'...like i said, too cool as this is repeated all over the world.

Posted by Laurie Blum on 09/16/09 at 07:38 PM

dark and melancholy expressed just so ... well written!

Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 09/19/09 at 07:22 AM

this is my life. creepy. i feel you on this. so many of these lines resonate.

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