Poem by Alex Wuorio

 

While perching tall above your work,
engaging in lost compiled teaching
from a man that is not my own.
Contained within a tube, wrapped in white threaded coat,
while you construct a future.
Wondering about your state,
building images within my head
from a table that hosts your own.
Contained within your heart, wrapped in distance,
while I grow up alone.

Sinus burning while finding my start this morning.
Adjacent room to yours, but ill prepare.
Times of congruency, hope without mourning.
Your successful stable grasp, yet distant.
Pungent aroma, currently expressing your pose.
Similar choice, replicate by example.
That smell gracefully allowing for easy repose,
it embodied distance, now earns respect.

 

“Plastic Case” © TJ Edson

 

Alex Wuorio: “I am currently a 4th year student at Wentworth Institute of Technology in Boston Massachusetts, and plan to graduate in August with a Bachelors in Computer Engineering Technology (BCOT). I am always writing as a second outlet since engineering can be limiting in regards to expression.”

TJ Edson is the Art Director of Oddball Magazine and a volunteer at the Out of The Blue Art Gallery. He has also had work appear recently in Boston Compass.

 

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