The Fall Down the Stairs of the House of Usher
When I push her down the stairs
she swims in the air for a moment
like we’re dancing
and I play a little song in my head
to accompany it
before the erratic thud of her skull
against the steps
breaks my waltzing daydream
with its own offbeat tempo
and I hear another voice sing
as I stumble forward
Posted by Michael Arnzen | December 11th, 2006
Dept.: Gorelets: Unpleasant Poems | Permalink
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