UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
CYNTHIA RUTH LEWIS

EVENTUALLY, A CRIMSON STAIN ON LINOLEUM

I knew it had to be in there, somewhere,
buried someplace beneath those bandages,
beneath the tears you never shed, somewhere
beyond your trivial chatter;
the meaningful conversation I could never
have with you, the mere mention of our
recently departed father always skirted
with mundane topics; tv shows and the latest
video games, but serious matters, things beneath
the gristle and bone not even broached in
whispers, in remorseful asides, only the
diversion of ridiculous events, the false
bravado, the canned laughter, but it was
the hidden turmoil within you that I wanted
to reach, that I wanted to pull deep from
your gut; the things you wouldn't mention,
things you hadn't said, the words lurking,
waiting to flow like the blood you eventually
spilled from your wrists


I'm 38, having written poetry for the past 17 years.
Currently back in the publishing world after having
taken a 2 year hiatus due to creative apathy and
temporary insanity--which, actually may have enhanced
my writing. It has certainly enhanced my weirdness.

I currently have a book available, "Piss On Your
Parade," up for grabs at a mere $5.00. Contact me at
bookas6670@yahoo.com







2007 Underground Voices