Eighteen Approach You Poem by Casey Rock
Eighteen Approach You
Your darkness is winding down, leaving cobwebs
and fingerprints
while you post at the top of the stairs, and
it smells like cigarettes and form oil-making my
throat swell and my fingertips more than sore...
it fills your groove in the couch like a puddle of
expectectations
I'd give your puddle a stir.
but i'm busy frantically gnawing on
the headphone cords and moving cars while you
sleep.
Keep it up! people are falling out of love and
that eases the pressure of the bruise growing and spreading
under the nail
hold on...you're waterproof boots don't even work do they?
Eighteen approach you with forced affection and—
are you still waiting for dinner?
She knows. and those eyes can't even open enough to see her
that glittery inside is losing its shimmer to
marlboro and GMC seats.
The idle wave is crashing around you—rapidly
approaching gone.
this is awesome, Casey. i like the sense of urgency and word economy. you describe volumes with a few well-placed descriptions. you've got my attention! Jake
You use fresh language and images far beyond your years. I confess to not understanding this and I do believe poems must be understood. Perhaps I'm just obtuse. I will read more of your work and see what you do. I'm impressed. Raynette
Casey, nice poem. The language teases me just enough to make me keep looking for some logic until I give in and let the words play around me. I really enjoy fresh language, words bouncing off words, energizing the page. Good job. P-Snob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Finally! A poem on this site that is full of images! I like this a lot- I need to read it a few more times, so perhaps I'll leave some other comments, but well done. In response to the comment that this is not easy to understand.... 'Poetry can communicate before it is understood.' (T.S. Eliot) : o)