There Are Drawings On The Wall

Adam Shirley

The kitchen drips with oil from mothers cooking

And small roaches crawl in the tiniest of cracks

The floor, broken, like glass, I feel the sugar pierce my feet

Voices from every corner, they are like talking planners

Shrimp soup boils over the tin foiled oven

Lacking insulation, the smell is the only warmth we receive

There are drawings on the wall, I should clean it, but that's what I said ten years ago

Tacky wall colors, and fake paintings of flowers, a bed in the living room

Embroidered with instability.

The clock in the wall that misreads time, tells the time of the occupied

Luxury is but a concept of the aesthetic, not the poetic

There is a harmless fire coming from the bitten thin walls

And my foot bleeds from the sugar in my feet

This is home, and home this will be.

  • Author: Adam Shirley (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 2nd, 2018 00:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: For one does not need the luxury, we need the poetry, though I do need to do something about the bugs.
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  • Goldfinch60

    Home is home no matter what, it is a very special place.

  • Michael Edwards

    Beautifully written and what a vivid picture it paints.

    • Lorna

      Michael is right - absolutely vivid........ I can hear, smell and see everything.

      • Adam Shirley

        Thank you Michael. Thank you Lorna as well.



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