Tangible
Teetering, seething random things.
Dragon-like hopelessness.
Rough and zig-zagging.
With eyes.
Or other senses.
With teeth and also roots.
Tippy-toe disaster senses.
Songs I pretend are dust but aren’t.
I had enough freezer burnt hair.
And computer ears.
There’s tangible stuff everywhere.
The stuff that gets eaten.
That gets low battery mode, and still lives!
Not much can come back from being that way.
Like taste buds.
Drop out over a sour attitude.
I really don’t know how to explain the gargling fresh cut grass feeling.
I have a lot of tangible things in this life.
Got hit by a freeze ray anyway.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
