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.
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

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

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  • (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

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 31, 2005

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