A Float through Night Skies and Other Poems in Youth

Toilet

Confine oneself to such interior

A close would they exhibit

          The foul aroma erodes the mind

          And touches the grossly state,

Floors were wet of detergent water

One step; it feels a reeking act

Sounds of water flow through pipes

Carrying the people's wastes

The smell. Oh! The smell it reeks

Reeks of the human who left it.

Confine oneself from vaping puffs

That steals my breath within

          The laughing boys who sit outside

          Incessantly chatter of sex and chide,

Drawn to them, credulously so

And taken by their jovial manner

To take a stand in this foul abode

This foul abode that shakes my soul

And with minute a few passes

The leaving boys with jovial tune.

Confine oneself to stalls of dusk

To hide the self from classroom boards

          The goings between the classroom doors

          Fills me with dread of ultimatum.

To flock about the general cast

To feel the deep, aching gut-wrench

The spreading mouths of status quo

Animosity to those don't flow

"Stab them with knives," they said

So, they ran, ran with fleeting feet.

Confine oneself to fraught surroundings

To hide the shame of singular fate

          And live between disgusting floors

          Of the bathroom, and toilet bowls,

I hid myself, shameless vigor

From the room of blinded fixture

Curled like an insect when seen in danger

Almost lie upon the foul, damp floor

To stop the lost emotion from going

To seep for shelter of an endless love.