Carsten Thomsen


The 6th Floor - Poem by Carsten Thomsen

On the 6th floor.
Skyline torn
by thunderstorm.
Below me only air
and asphalt.
Standing at my window,
one step from murder
early morning.
Yawning.
Stretching.
Beer in hand
I light up,
inhaling that first toke.
Exhaling fragments
of dreams of
men with
yellow teeth
and black hearts
who did wrong
and love that
did not
last.

Oh, for the troubled toils
of rich kids
heads and bellies
full of liquid bread.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about The 6th Floor by Carsten Thomsen

  • (11/1/2005 3:48:00 AM)


    What a great atmospheric piece. I especially loved the final stanza, that play on words is incredible. A great poem. (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: Monday, October 31, 2005



Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]