Brian Oliveri

House Of Misfiring

I had written a large book of poetry that of which I have narrowed down to 175 poems.

Existing within all that noise
distortion in my ears
Two people fighting all the time
a waste of so many precious years
Reactionary communication
two giant butting heads
Stubbornness a bountiful
sleeping in separate beds
Adhering to a doctrine
tightrope stretched to break
Your love for one another
one huge enormous fake
Playful interaction
never visibly shown
Always moving objects
sincerely pestering prone
Fighting is a given
forgiving hidden there
Too much trouble in the house
and lots of tension in the air