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Tumbling Orange Container
by Jared OrlandoA capsulated sea;
A pallet of mundane
Color, crawling
Closer, knees-on-
Floor, eyes-on-
Forwards, head-on-
Backwards, hands-on-
fire, tumbling small
Orange containers
Eeny,
meeny,
miny,
moe,
Meperidine,
Oxymorphone,
Fentanyl,
Methadone,
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Leaving me with
Only the chalky shades
Of discarded skeletons
Remaining in empty
Cylinders lining
A bed unmade
A life undone
The sting..
Subsiding.
04/19/2010 Posted on 04/19/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/20/10 at 04:39 AM Scary stuff - I liked the use of the word "sea", the "chalky shades of discarded skeletons" - well, the lines following the series of "yes". |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/21/10 at 03:39 PM Downright scary, in the best literary way possible, of course. |
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