And Prove What In So Doing

by Philip F De Pinto

I lay my hand flat on the bedroom wall
Out of some old boredom or new adventure I suppose
And am almost tempted to draw its outline
With a fine pen or heavy marker or tongue
To stab between the peninsular fingers with
And prove what in so doing?

That I have little else to occupy myself with these days
When odes are scarce tempting me to rally them into a frail
Or noteworthy existence - or it may simply be the case
Of there being insufficient gravity in my bed to contain me there
Within its folds as would the weight of you a life or so ago
Press me flat against its surface
Out of some old boredom or new adventure I suppose

Tempting the chandelier above our lovemaking
To stab inner our coastlines with its soft acetylene
Pinning us down or cutting us out - north south east and west
And prove what in so doing?


Posted on 03/14/2015
Copyright © 2023 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Steve Michaels on 03/17/15 at 05:28 AM

I enjoyed so much the thoughts and the question "And prove what in so doing?" I ask myself essentially the same all day long - and yet - I too still enjoy flattening my hand against the bedroom wall - always expecting a revelation.

Posted by Kris Mara on 03/30/15 at 04:33 PM

...this...this just breaks my heart...that's all I can even say...

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