Douglas Polk’s most recent poem to appear here was Rock, Paper, Pencil (November 2012).
The Creation
By Douglas Polk
days,
one after another,
piling up upon themselves,
until a skyscraper of rubble,
floor after floor,
touching the sky,
with me,
buried in the basement,
a creation of a lifetime,
but the rooms all vacant,
the building,
a empty shell,
a monument to days spent in a life unfulfilled
one after another,
piling up upon themselves,
until a skyscraper of rubble,
floor after floor,
touching the sky,
with me,
buried in the basement,
a creation of a lifetime,
but the rooms all vacant,
the building,
a empty shell,
a monument to days spent in a life unfulfilled
I felt I was in the basement.