Andrew Gallagher Poet Free verse

Upon Dropping Myself (An Accident)

Not enslaved to the flow of time;
no peril yet for careless hands.

sealed and complete,

I picture it
off the floor,
a fragile capsule
packed with gallons
of linoleum spite.
to burn with it
the miles
up between us and flight

- but gravity, gravity

paves a path
to nearest harbor;
the egg lands on the catch
of my palm’s 
bomb-hatch,

wingless.
defused.

a message maydayed to me:

are you tethered to the merest tock?
threatened by the slightest flick of wind?

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Denis Joe January 19, 2009 at 1:41 AM The manner of the layout in this is excellent. there is a feeling of rap about this with all the like-sounding words. The, seemingly, jerishness to the poem give the narrative a strong form to run with. The imagery ('crumb-crazed pigeons' for example) is excellent in portraying a feeling of frenzy thatr is the aftermath of an accident. Strong and confident writing.

Corinne Curcio January 17, 2009 at 3:21 PM LOL! The last verse is brilliant! :-D