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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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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. |
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