Kitchen Floor Poem by Carsten Thomsen

Kitchen Floor

Nietche's Über
and Unter
human
rolled the dice
Took turns
playing God
and Victim

From childhood
school days
I somehow
salvaged

'Alea iacta est'

took my coffee
black. Rest of
breakfast
over-easy,
and bloody
as bloated
volatile Fortuna
broke good china
man's chance
on the kitchen
floor

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Late night scribblings. A mix of playing around with the 'china mans chance' and me realizing its time for a new start for me at love and life..
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