Scene reflected
Want defected
Hatred refracted
Lately will become de-compacted.
The original thinker
It is for //
Love!
A remainder girl.
 
Hollow halls knew your latent fame
They remember my name
Did you think I would blink?
my (new) day,
untimely fashionable poem
Far sooner
intense open corpse like 51 courses in a landfill site library
Boots and all.
Looking for a drainpipe despite campaigning for nations
Somewhere to pout about
Looking for business for last week’s door knockers.

An empty teacup in the window invites tearful visions
Imagist and surrealist combination messaging
No more telly tubing about the leaves of harassed and at home
This is the door number for you to leave the past rejections alone.

AI Summary

Your poem is a reflection on rejection, self‑doubt, and the strange theatre of memory, where scenes fracture into surreal images — wooden halls, landfill‑course corpses, empty teacups, muttering congregations — all circling the ache of wanting to be seen without being dismissed. You move between bitterness and vulnerability, between the “original thinker” and the “remainder girl,” between latent fame and the fear of blinking first. The poem captures the feeling of wandering through emotional debris: door knockers from last week, drainpipes, campaigns, hollow halls that remember your name even when people don’t. The imagery becomes increasingly dreamlike — imagist, surrealist, teacups inviting visions — until the poem resolves into a quiet directive: leave the past rejections behind, step through the door, and refuse to let old wounds dictate the shape of your present. Beneath the wordplay and surrealism is a clear emotional truth: the speaker is trying to reclaim a sense of self after being overlooked, misunderstood, or dismissed, and the poem becomes the space where that reclamation begins.