The way that you just
Let yourself
In and out
Whenever you please
And never wipe your feet
Tracking in mud
Letting out the heat
Slamming the door
When I'm asleep
Slipping in at sunrise
Letting your presence steep
Drowning me in the bath
Holding my head under the deep
Stealing my heart away
When it's not yours to keep
And when you go...
You leave your mess behind
I'm all crumpled up
Thrown in a heap
There is no punctuation used until And when you go... which is really good for the dragging on, ceaseless frustration of the 1st bit of the poem and telling us that when thet are gone...it all stops. And the rhyming 'ee' sound through the poem; it sounds like a tormented bee (looking for an 'ee'viction too?) . And ooh what do we think? Maybe you should start listening to very experimental and conceptual post-modernist music very loudly all day long and see if they move out voluntarily.
I like how this captures the idea of someone being 'walked over', it does happen and people do end up being walked all over, this shows the inequality really well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An eviction is most definitely in order. Well put, I like this a lot. Kick him to the curb. Someone who can write like this deserves better.