My body is an office block?
There are streets between my toes?
My heart just another floor,
?I couldn't help but notice ?
I'm wearing antenna thorns.
My insides have closing doors.?
There are carpets floor to floor?
My windows are my eyes ?
Can I see through a hundred eyes??
My lungs are air-conditioned, so my breath is always cold.
They build you up?
Just to tear you down ?
And to shake the earth beneath you
This building is merely an edifice ?
To be made and unmade in time.
Copyright © Igor Goldkind | Year Posted 2019
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment