Pliers  

Djeeper1987 47M
3388 posts
6/5/2006 5:28 pm

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6/6/2006 5:08 pm

Pliers


What is the origin of this despair I feel
When I feel
I've lost my grip, can't manage a thing?

Thing
That means a clutch of contending voices –
So my voice:

When my mongrel palate, tongue, teeth, breath
Breathe
Out the noise thing I become host and guest

Of ghosts:
Angles, Picts, Romans, Celts, Norsemen,
Normans,

Pincers of English the conquered embrace.
Embrace
Of the woman who strangled her sister one night,

All night
Moaning with the body held in her arms.
The arms

Of the pliers I squeeze hard squeeze its jaws
And my jaw
Clenches unwilled: brain helplessly implicated

In plaited
Filaments of muscle and nerve. In the enveloping
Grip of its evolution

Chambered in the skull, it cannot tell the tool
From the toiler
Primate who plies it. Purposeless despair

Spirits
The ape to its grapples, restless to devise.
In the vise-

Grip Discontent, the grasper's bent.


Carpe Diem


MOfunNOWWOW 55F

6/5/2006 7:58 pm

Woah and Wow...{=}


MOMO
just a squirrel trying to get a nut


MaggiesWishes 59F

6/6/2006 1:01 pm

Come closer ... read to me.
Very well done.
Warm huggies 2ya sugg's


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