Apt 4D


This poem is a studio apart
-ment, a compartment meant
for greater things than all
this sylla
-bled skin.

It’s got too many room
-mates, not enough pizza,
the slightest scent of stale

It’s got corrugated corduroy
curtains and a flowered couch
my gran would have called a
davenport. Sit on down and stay
awhile. Bring beer.

Hear that? It’s a somebody done
somebody wrong song, a long pull
toward an indifferent moon. It’s a tide
with tied hands, the too-true
blue chair in the corner.

This poem is the sting of pepper
-mint on your tongue while waiting,
the lollipop the doc forgot to give
you after the shot
(in the dark).
of reality.

It’s the feel of fringed pillows
on tired fingers, the lingering
lull of the next-
door neighbor’s reruns.

Open a window
(ignore the bars).
Hold your breath
while I clean the drapes
and sweep this one small
closet of its dusty bones.

I am forever fond
of collecting boxes.

Tomorrow’s moving day,
perhaps. But for now we
shall inhabit the miniscule
square footage of these
words, the absurd transient
nature of our own dark songs.



Inspired to write a second one for dVerse today. Come play. 



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20 Responses to Apt 4D

  1. This is amazing! Wow! Poem as room!

  2. Shawna says:

    I love that your title hides “40,” making this an apartment for a middle-aged woman and her pals. The one we wish we had.

  3. I think any space with the smell of stale stanzas has to be interesting, loved the style you write in.

  4. Mary says:

    You have really given quite a picture of Apt. 4D. I liked the detail of the fringed pillows and the flowered couch. And yes…a davenport…haven’t heard that word in ages! Thanks for double dipping.

  5. Grace says:

    I love the details of the apartment De – from couch, curtains & sounds of neighbor’s reruns ~ We lived in an apartment for about a year, then decided it was too small and cramped for us ~

  6. So much to take in and “de-vour”.

    I especially liked…
    “.. for now we
    shall inhabit the miniscule
    square footage of these
    words, the absurd transient
    nature of our own dark songs.”

    Just an old fashioned dark song
    (one I’m sure they wrote for you and me).


  7. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh my goodness. This is absolutely wonderful!

  8. That first verse is awesome

  9. Misky says:

    You had me with the lollipop after a shot. Really tidy bit of writing, De.

  10. I love a cramped room like this… yet I think it’s wise to open up the windows… love how you used the hyphens (as usual)

  11. lillian says:

    You are amazing! I love this….the cramped of it….the words that get cramped on the line and run into other words.
    So very very well done!

  12. Sumana Roy says:

    what a start :)…love your play with words…

  13. Bryan Ens says:

    Some great use of wood play. And I must say, I love the “corrugated corduroy curtains” 🙂

  14. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    Gorgeous poem. I especially love the concluding lines.

  15. Bodhirose says:

    Incredible…I love what you do! You make your poems so interesting to read as the realizations of different meanings pop up throughout.

  16. And old home with
    emotions beats
    a mansion hands
    down with
    of empty
    and pens
    of logic lone..:)

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