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ModermismWhen I open the book of limits,Nails pop up and screwsFall out, making a racketOver the kitchen floor.When I open the book of directions,Maps unfold, each in a languageI do not know, and each historicallyDocumenting a world long gone.When I open the book of silence,All the rooms in the apartmentBecome sealed in a Zip-Lock bagAnd I start to asphyxiate.When I open the book of lights,My eyes tear up and I go blind,Screaming, unable to find my way,Tripping over loose screws in the kitchen.[Disposable Poem January 4, 2010]Dr. Mike
Modermism
ReplyDeleteWhen I open the book of limits,
Nails pop up and screws
Fall out, making a racket
Over the kitchen floor.
When I open the book of directions,
Maps unfold, each in a language
I do not know, and each historically
Documenting a world long gone.
When I open the book of silence,
All the rooms in the apartment
Become sealed in a Zip-Lock bag
And I start to asphyxiate.
When I open the book of lights,
My eyes tear up and I go blind,
Screaming, unable to find my way,
Tripping over loose screws in the kitchen.
[Disposable Poem January 4, 2010]
Dr. Mike