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[paperleaves]

Hello. I have missed Litnet so much--I hope everyone is doing well. After a long break I am glad to be back. Here is a recent jot.


my bones are cold
and my skin is lonely.
sometimes teddy bears
and comfy pajamas
can't suppress the heartache.
tap
tap
tap
whatever you're selling
I can't find the strength
to mosey on over to the peephole
and watch you wonder
if I'm in the shower, if I'm in the kitchen,
if I'm in the basement
until you walk away
to the next door
and ask my neighbor,
"have you ever owned a vacuum cleaner as neat as this?"
i wander to the fridge
but I don't want anything to eat.
i wander to the computer
but I don't want anything to read.
the television screeches
but I can't turn it off
it mutes out the thoughts that
separate
us.

[PrinceMyshkin]

[B]my bones are cold
and my skin is lonely...

but your mind is always interesting
and your heart is warm and active...

[TheFifthElement]

This is a very lonely poem paperleaves, a bit sad and a bit lovely. I love the way you interweave the ordinary


until you walk away
to the next door
and ask my neighbor,
"have you ever owned a vacuum cleaner as neat as this?"


and the intimate:


whatever you're selling
I can't find the strength
to mosey on over to the peephole
and watch you wonder
if I'm in the shower, if I'm in the kitchen,
if I'm in the basement

and I'd say it was almost Bukowski-ish, but better, much better.

[MorpheusSandman]

It seems like I'm being so uber-critical lately on these forums! You know I love ya, paperleaves, but this isn't one of my favorite from you. Normally your poems take me to places in my imagination that I've never been, but this one seems a bit hum-drum. I do like the ending though.

[paperleaves]

thank you, thank you, thank you! and morpheus, i appreciate that, the hum drum you can sense is exactly what I was feeling the week that i wrote this...
i felt no motivation
no passion
only dread and defeat. I hope to recover soon from the malaise of writer's block!


love
paper