file under L for Lost

[fromcancertocapricorn]

malfunctioning lights
whine and flicker
off once-white tiles This is a clever use of the word "off"

a drop of blood
falls from your nostril
in slow motion, explodingIn terms of new, unique, and special ideas, this image is a little lacking
 
small puffs of powder
from the off-white line
on the cistern
 
heavy gravity
in the v of dive; I particularly like this comparison.
it’s happy hour Part of me thinks this line could use slightly more clarity and directness. However, I worry that doing so could inhibit the poem.

Overall, I enjoyed this most because of the style in which it was written; also, while most poems suffer from verbosity in their pursuit of meaning, this poem does not. Please continue.