Walking Through Rooms

by Philip F De Pinto

For C.

I walk through rooms
Looking for more rooms to walk through
But what I'm looking for is you

I walk in the bedroom looking
To knock off a piece - no dice
As there is no piece of you to knock off
Given you are resting in peace
And I unsettled unable to rest and in pieces
Am as broken as the peace treaties
The great white fathers made
With the Indians
And am so hungry
I could consume a bison in one fell swoop

So I head to the kitchen
In which no buffalo roamed
And find you my elk
Neither at the stove or sink
And I at starvation's brink
What am I to think? given
The kitchen is no place for a man
And if a man is honest
Neither was it a place for you my elk
As cooking or cleaning dishes
Was never your ilk
Who Rest In Peace

While I go to pieces
Walking through rooms
Looking for more rooms to walk through
Looking for you


Posted on 07/11/2014
Copyright © 2023 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 07/11/14 at 09:10 PM

I really enjoyed this. First I had to research Yorick which was just the beginning of an enjoyable set of threads to chase. However I have to admit confusion about whether you're talking to one person or two. At first it sounds like it's written to someone who has died and later sounds like they're just hiding n u r seeking, even maybe through the misconceptions of intravenous drug abuse? This person (alive or dead) seems to be perceived as a medicine that could promote Yorick back to Hamlet? I loved looking up stuff to try to understand better what you were saying.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/18/14 at 08:21 PM

You manage to keep the thread going with all of the interruptions! Poignant, powerful, pathetic (as in empathetic).

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