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

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 1, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, September 5, 2005

[Report Error]