MOST DAYS
MOST DAYS
Matt Galletta
I come home
on fire,
my hair burning,
my clothes sizzling,
the room filling
with smoke
as I watch
the flesh
melt
from my hands
revealing
the dull,
gray bone
underneath.
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Posted on October 20, 2012, in Matt Galletta, POETRY and tagged MOST DAYS, Poems, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
This is the last of Matt’s first batch of poems. I hope he submits some more. I like his uncluttered style and succinct ideas, they say so much precisely and quickly.
Read his other poems by clicking the link:
https://misfitsmiscellany.wordpress.com/category/matt-galletta/
Matt brings it home with a clarity of language and nails it in his body of work.
by the time I get to the bone it’s time to wake up and get ready for work …
The ability to capture the hell that is everyday living and pin it to the page using only 31 words is proof that there’s divinity counterbalancing it somewhere.
Side note: I wish I didn’t read this, shake my head, and say, “Exactly,” knowing all-too-well how accurate those precisely chosen 31 words are.
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