Well wallright then.





A friend to the friend and foe unlike the suicidal window or the runaway door

One that takes your shit and sits there still, not breathing, strong like ox

a cold clammy, solid reflection of your being, matching your socks.

Well wallright then, I think we’re down here

knock it down.



About Oil Underneath

I drink glasses of cold water.
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13 Responses to Well wallright then.

  1. systematicweasel says:

    Excellently crafted piece! Love idea!

    -Weasel =)

  2. A very powerful use of the wall Thursday Poetry Prompt.
    Life can seem so dark,but eventually a little light…….


  3. Light and dark co-exist 😀 Thank for sharing my friend, great work!=-P

  4. Purple says:

    Love this, Rich.
    The maddening music of this piece is simply delicious.


  5. Lynette says:

    This piece just bristles with fire and energy…brings life to the words as poetry ought to.
    Masterfully written…


  6. Jingle says:

    this is rather creative..
    brilliant poem.

    my wall entry

  7. Ellen says:

    Powerful; I loved the arrangement and flow! Great imagery~

  8. gospelwriter says:

    I liked the way words flowed together spaceless, and then didn’t… but even when with spaces the piece flowed as a whole. I liked

    Well wallright then, I think we’re down here

    knock it down.

    Yes, let’s, I thought to myself.

    Well done!

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