Allen Griffin- A Poem

Carapace Sole

The apartment is a honeycomb and it's easy to picture the building

In cutaway like an ant farm

Clicks and buzzing sounds surround

Four or five audible televisions provide comfort

A warm blanket of static

Every time a door closes it sounds like an explosion

Every good buzz is a cocoon; stasis

A knock at the door and moment to know if it’s the door to this unit

"Sheriff"

And some of us scatter like the switch has been flicked

The light a little brighter and we crawl through the basement window

It opens out to the courtyard

Rain mud; the ground so soft

I wish I had been on the second floor and just jumped from the balcony

Earthworms stick to the soles of our shoes

We laugh like little kids jump into puddles

Staring back in wonder; staring at our own flight

Bio:  Allen Griffin is a writer and musician living in Indianapolis.