Fall Below

In a trance I reside,
blind without my cave and useless
without my unfolded shoelace temper tantrums.

I would skate
if momentum provided the pleasure a tether
can give.

I pull on restraints, gnash teeth,
fall below
where I thought was appropriate
for a creature of my caliber. But

there’s always room
for an unexpected curse
and a living room
comprised of nothing
but fleas.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger