poetry

Demolition by Guest User

 

The very human smell of not

showering

 

A lack of patience, a lack of pride

Turn me on my head to restart me

 

Shake the salt and pepper shakers

Pick up a dead leaf that you found

on the sidewalk and turn it over

 

Don't count sheep in bed while

Thinking of me

 

Falling asleep is a holy process

 

In the dark bar men congregate to agree

on something

 

Watch them talk, watch them drink

all night

 

Leave your man behind

and quit your old grudges

 

The sugar factory will be demolished

No amount of protesting will stop it

 

 

 

Nate Cabral lives in Brooklyn and is the marketing assistant at CN Times Books. He likes being paid to write but will do it for free if necessary.