I can't forget the smell...

[Tiredhands]

he's a firing range
that may
or may not
fire

a clown face, a smell
he's a hand,
short fingers, big palm

he's the same old glasses and a steady cadence when i'm coming undone

he's pale skin and long moments

i know all of this.

 

[(Wordy)]

Welcome to Words, Tiredhands.

I like your poem very much, especially the way it's formed, the line breaks, the way it's suggestive. It's a subtle, impressionistic portait.

 

[Tiredhands]

I appreciate the feedback, and the warm welcome. thanks

 

[colicolo]

i found this peice to be clever. i like the cryptic subtlety of this piece. the final line is affirmative, but strikes more questions then the rest of the piece. nice work & welcome.

 

[Amanita Mary]

i also dig this quite a bit - it's definitely left up to interpretation. i feel like someone's getting tired of the lover they're so used to. bienvenido a Words!

 

[l0ckd0wn]

he's the same old glasses and a steady cadence when i'm coming undone

I may be wrong, but this line speaks to me very positively about someone close to you. The structure of your poem is very different, and refreshing, than the way I tend to write. Beautiful!