Night Journey
Shadowy furniture lurks:
a leg
a foot
an arm
theirs to mine
to bring me down.
Aiding & abetting:
shoes’ complicit stealth
protrude toes
to bring
me down.
Night draws new doorways
sidejams
& spins me
to porcelean commode \
\
\
bowled
wide awake.
Seat up.
Again.
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Interesting shape to this poem. The reader spins too.
Thanks! Experimenting with shape!
With seven sisters and a mother in our house, I learned to put that seat down…
Good man!