I FELL THROUGH MY SOFA
I fell through my sofa last night,
found a dark place
where the dead collect
with old coins, crumbs
reminders, nail clippings,
the memories of lost souls.
It was a place of horror
and I fought back
to enter my sofa once more.
You might say it was imagined
just a dream
but who knows?
who cares?
Stu Buck
Fri 16th Oct 2015 09:02
my pretentious mind says 'what a clever attack on the mundanity of subject matter seen in todays poetry' but my normal mind says you need to clean your sofa.