Slow motion Kicks In
©2018, Olan L. Smith
I fall out of the tub
Without so much as a rub
And a thud, just sorry bub.
Slow motion kicks in as I fall
I know I have time to eyeball,
Which position to turn my head then crawl.
The room is cramp,
And I'm misty and damp
To position one-six of a ton with no ramp.
My head all a flurry
Don't hit me it says, we agree
I hit my hip on the toilet broadly,
It doesn't snap me as I crash-land
On my back, my pre-plan
Exactly on command.
Oh man, I say
A heavy body for display,
I'm lucky I'm alive this day.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
