what can we be sure of anyway
paws don't know how tender it might be
the place they jump onto
it's a matter of moments
it's a dirty business not noticed
one of those moments
the heart shifts, spins ,transports
it's a dirty business that
kicks time in the guts
gives time nausea
tongues don't know how sweetly and easily
they can nail, screw, pound, crush
it's a dirty business not noticed
collect, then, the said sailing
in the space,
pack them, stamp them unsaid
for the next receiver
and
hand me some bandages
what can we be sure of anyway
4 comments:
It makes me so happy that you are posting more often. This is another beautifully made poem. Is it about accidental damage in relationships, the difficulty of controlling all the outcomes. That's what it made me think anyway.
Thanks Po!
There is no relationship but yeah accidental damage is a good term to explain it, and much better than intended damage which I dont think I ever experienced, at least I hope so:)
beautiful poem, shers.
I hope your well, and happy!
yes I am well, n usually happy, 7amdolallah:)
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