Monday, July 25, 2011

Dog Days

image borrowed from tess kincaid

dog days

I wake
as if in a strange bed
the walls rearrange
themselves in the night

after too much coffee

I kick off my shoes
pace lingo-listless
between the lines
of the ceiling and floor

like a caged bird

I file my nails
twiddle my thumbs
sharpen all my pencils
sharpen kitchen knives

a knife thrower

must find satisfaction
in the crack of blade
after blade in wood
the fraying of splinters

as far as jelly jars go

they frighten me
Ball, Mason
those pot metal lids
so tight with corrosion

Tess Kincaid
July, 2011

Posted over on her site Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 75

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