Steve Gripp

Rookie (April 25,1978 / Baltimore, MD)

A Public Restroom - Poem by Steve Gripp

A hydrosphere of maritime malaise
on the counter; wasted bloody gauze from some
street war - waterlubed faucets.
The funk, the stench, ensconced in mildew around
bricklayered walls. A mechanical prison, temporary and sound.
Do I need to be reminded of my childhood? Shitstains on the
tile - a hygenic atrocity.

Comments about A Public Restroom by Steve Gripp

  • (9/2/2005 6:41:00 AM)

    Well, I can say you've definately painted a very clear picture for us.....not the most attractive one but I can see 'beautiful' isn't the word you were going for right? It kinda makes me cringe. Nice work. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 1, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, September 5, 2005

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