Marco Chies Poet Free verse

Black House

so let me indicate
the way and the detours for those

show
what light that in slices shines not

tell
how many painful steps to where

(I furnished the house with pots of poison
sharp scissors and sinister frames
the windows bite the day
the rugs hide traps
and the door won't let you out)

welcome to the end

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L Milton Hankins June 2, 2022 at 5:12 PM The first thought that comes to mind, Marco, is severe depression, the kind which often leads to suicide. Painful, debitating, enclosing, sinister, and ultimately "the door won't let you out." I'm sure this could be a metaphor for other things, but that's what I thought as I was reading it. Good stuff! Marco Chies June 2, 2022 at 5:22 PM it's a heavy text, Milton. at the beginning the speaker quotes inconclusive, lost sentences. Then he lists the defenses and weapons he possesses. concludes with an invitation to the ultimate departure. conceptual poetry, sad, but basically a literary exercise set in a troubled mind...