Friday, March 18, 2011


a lock has been broken.

safe-keeping is relative
and unlike kitten curled up
blanket-snug fever pitch is high
caught low crib bars bend-and
delusions roll over.

what can one do, but
smith the lock and
bend the key
and seal the lips
and bind the mouth
and trip the switch-

but the lock is still broken.
and a little blood seeps out.


  1. Wonderful and a little obscure. Like the metaphor.


Reach for the clouds. . .

Tickle your toes. . .

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