UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
NATHAN A. BAKER

Binges

Mind blurry from too much Scotch
Reality’s distance, muted in its beige
Remoteness, dances with shadow
Accentuating the dust covered shades

Seven empty bottles… seven empty
Days of alcohol induced trips until
Squeezed and juiced life slips slime
Coated into the nothingness of stupor

Bottoming hard against the cold damp
Basement floor of dipsomania’s realm


Bipolar Cells

Standing voices
Whisper
At the door,
Is it rebellion... this failure
To allow dark thoughts to exit…
Seeking release
I flounder in
My own internal
Rhythms,
Bouncing like a bootlegged super ball
Thrown hard against the concrete wall
Of prison yard
Maybe one day
I will be free at last


Nathan is a carpenter/poet living in the mountains of Tennessee.
His poetry has appeared at Red River Review, Tamafyhr Mountain
Poetry, Lily, Underground Window, Zafusy, and Blue House.







© 2006 Underground Voices