Monday, January 04, 2010

St. Francis Has Your Back

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...


When 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

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