In Unwanted Place Poem by Jay Garmino

Small square table at dainty kitchen,
Divided empty rooms of tenants;
Unwashed dishes scattered around
Still your face I see on the ground.

Water dropping over shower’s floor
Old skeletal repaired fan gives fiction wind;
Dusted jealousies of broken window,
Still I picture you naked and beautiful.

Zipping hot coffee while listening over old radio,
Outside, I heard winding rain drops few;
Classic painted walls old and rusted,
Still thinking of you vividly undisrupted.

Uncollected garbage over flowed,
Lost pair of sock and scattered shoes
And my watch tic tack ticking,
Still I see your face boldly forming.

Its 11: 38 O’clock too early to pray,
Yet time dues for me to oblique;
Hearing music from distant buildings,
Still I see your precious smile clinging.

Too hard to get bore and alone,
Staring old lamp nailed on ceiling room;
In areas so privately privacy,
Still am thinking of you perfectly.

I wrote this unedited poem
Where writer’s described face of condition;
Too rare, simple, deep and true,
But this time only you am thinking through.

Put me in Smokey Mountain
Place me in a crowded market;
Jail me, kill me, buried me,
But your face lives inside me.

In this unwanted place of temporaries,
No matter what condition lies in?
In this every essential moments so fragile,
You’re a ghost in my hunted world of sigh.