The Toliet Door

[33-33]

He writes words on walls and
Toilet doors.

Looping black texta with
Measured precision.

Emptying out his importance
In
tomes of acrid, sickly-sweet-smelling lapses
Into hope.

Cascading the loneliness with litanies
of somewhere else
that pulses with a joy unfound.

Tales of intermittent dreams
and dalliance with beauty.

Strobing in translucent beams,
the light leaks through his
poorly-sewn seams

Onto the toilet door.

 

[New]

I like the privacy in this one, a shared secret for many.

 

[Mehm]

simple complex simple, nice scheme. great vocab as well. however, i find less beauty on bathroom stalls..or actually more racial/homophobic slurs....just an observation

 

[33-33]

Yeah, thanks. That was kind of the point I suppose, that this guy (I think it's me!) wanted to pour some of his light onto the squalor and degradation around him and make it a better place; something perhaps all writers aspire to. Thanks for your comments.

 

[katmeow]

Impressive

It's nice to read something a little out of the ordinary and done with style.

 

[colicolo]

there's something intently clever about this piece. great work