Pocket Poem

By Metaphorest

A first attempt at some writing for a V.O.for Marke's pocket autopsy collab. Thanks Sarahalyse for the idea!

Our pockets purged
of daily dirge

The primal urge
To bring
the things
that cling
to hips,
in pockets
bags on shoulders
weights like boulders
on our flimsy, modern bones
lipstick, chapstick,
mobile phones
and trinkets, sentimental stuff
to tether us,
we gather up
accessories and lesser scraps
the balled up old receipts and wraps
that track consumption
dinner dates
and secret snacks
and private fates
and city weaponry
that claims
defense against
dark acts, dark aims
Compartments full to entertain
with ipods, brimming to sustain
our sanity
we pack it in
to keep us safe

The day begins
with wallet, cellphone, swipecard, keys
expressions of our wants, our needs
to fit right in, to stand alone
connect us to the world, to home

Without these tools,
survival packs
these integral
intrinsic acts
we would be naked,
mute,
exposed.

Our pockets purged
Connections closed.

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Pocket Poem

Created: Jul 12, 2010

Tags: pocket, poem

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