February 14, 2024.


the filth keeps me grounded

He was watching the doe-eyed women dance
Tracing the rim of his glass, absentmindedly
When he said, "I love the smells in here,"

"The musk, the drink, and even the leather
from the stools and couches - I'd bottle it all up -
to make a perfume, spray it on a love letter to this city"

I could only stare at him with eyes weighed down by whiskey
"I miss the mountains, the unkempt grass and clean air", I said
"I miss when things were still, when the pendulum swung slow -

But now my feet stick to these floors,
the filth keeps me grounded
and I barely remember yesterday, let alone then"




Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-02-14 at 07:06

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
the title and the sentence in your text is my favorite
why filth has a so bad reputation? because for filthy reasons we fall sick ?
2024-02-15


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done.
2024-02-14


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
the happy precision of "unkempt"
2024-02-14