The sketchbook of American Poet Igor Goldkind

Archive for December 3, 2013


You know, you’ve already seen the inside of your guts
looking for a way out.
You know, you’ve already seen what you’ve seen:
You know what you know.
You know the truth like an elder brother.

You know, usually right ‘there’
The last place you looked.
The last place you wanted to forget.
Your bare feet
Pasted against the concrete.
Gravity’s conquest.

Nailed through the heels
On the precarious cusp
Between this death and that life.