at the warehouse again...

[jameslovesyou]

waterfalls from the floor above
splinters and sawdust fit like a glove
smelting glass hangs in the air
in this,the house of ware
drywall seams beg for tape and mud
the echoes here know all to well this magnificent flood
concrete sealer keeps the moisture from cracking
my brain for the words i'm racking...
but this bliss just doesn't translate
or necessarily rhyme.

 

[Jabberwocky]

i enjoyed this piece it reminded me of spoken word poetry. That kinda beat rhyme scheme. Id be interested in seeing you elaborate on a longer piece the emotional content of what that space you so loveingly described does for you. there seems to be a distance from yourself and your surroundings.