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A Life Disabled
by S. Pelham FloodHe sits in his bed,
the green of his eyes
unfocused,
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. 09/01/2009 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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