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[apiphile]

lying flat

i am an aficionado of floors,
i have stared at them in many offices
affixing my eyes to the carpeted patterns
while my ears are shouted into
my head talked over
my arm twisted
my life decided by someone
who knows all the right words.

i'm familiar with floors, you might say,
i've spent time with them,
thrown there by the maelstrom within me;
unable to rise from the weight of my thoughts.

me and floors, we're like this, a pair of hard-up amigos
star-crossed lovers who just can't stay apart;
it was always the floor who embraced me.
i know floors so well: i've been pinned to so many
i could give you a catalogue
of the sounds my skull made
hitting concrete
linoleum
slate tile
bare wood boards
the kiss-marks of carpet on a child's spine
beneath a ridden-up t-shirt

call me an expert on the average floor,
and the weight of an adult body
on your back; the angle your arm can twist to
before the fight goes out of it
if not your mouth

i know the floors which have stored those screams
and which ones have let them out.

Comments

[wolfy_writing]

This is very powerful.

me and floors, we're like this, a pair of hard-up amigos
star-crossed lovers who just can't stay apart;

I like this. It keeps the tone of the poem varied and makes the next verse hit harder.

[apiphile]

i think it worked out okay for a first draft, yeah