the fall begins
at conception
a slow decline
slippage seven
ages in one
arbitrary                        miscarriage
murder                         by fire water
can’t remember         faces no more
the brutality
of old age
can’t piss                  in a pot no more
or a swift
choosing                   an open window
gravity calling
200 mph
a dislocation                  of ghost limbs
hot wind
shape shifting                    hair aflame
till you hit
ground zero                             running
the red light


Image created by the author

2 thoughts on “Falling

  1. I like the way the piece seems to accelerate on the way through, maybe it’s partly the staccato effect of the optional words. And a real fireball of an ending. How we’d like to go out, either way. I don’t think I will: I expect to slip into grey dullness, but who knows? Well done, Nikita.

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    1. Hello Steve, thanks for reading my poem. Not the most uplifting subject! This experimental piece was influenced partly by the iconic photo of the falling man from 9/11 and the collapse of the twin towers – a photo I’ve always found inappropriate and invasive so I tried to turn it into a metaphor. Glad you got something out of it.

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