His Demise

[jbreze]

The ink bleeding out of a pen
The seal bladders!
The violent rocking
Forward and backward, so hard
That the wood hits the glass
And the chipping paint sprinkles
The floor like his hair
Sprinkles the fabric
The black fabric in his daughter's name

A midnight blue circle grows on
The acid wash of his denim pants
That matches the ink bleeding out
Of his pen
His favorite blue pen, so fascinating
That his fixation prevents him
Prevents him from realizing
His bladder is no seal's bladder
And his daughter is responsible
For the mess

*I am new to poetry. This is one of my first poems. I appreciate honest opinions and any critique people are willing to give me. Thanks for reading.

Wow!! Such strong wording. Very nice. I would have to agree with the others that the lack of punctuation makes it hard to make connections.

Who knew a leaky pen could bring such strong poetry!

His daughter is responsible for the mess??? I like how this leaves questions. Is his daughter responsible for making the pen leak causing the mess? How could that be? Or maybe the daughter is responsible for cleaning up the mess? Which makes you wonder what is going on in the household that the daughter is responsible? Is that why there is such a conflict over a leaky pen? Anger issues? Really like it!