04-19-2016, 08:37 AM
Staring at strangers
It would not be the smokehouse
hanged, a slight swerve
or gas peddle dropped;
Yet true the soft core
looks longingly to familiar poles,
empathy for the wounded animal.
The strange angle of displaced bones
is noted only for calculation
and restoration of symmetry.
A call to all who stagger through
the debris, a gentle taking of an arm
would not swig tears and spit tobacco
the lists are long and hard to carry
when rolled as maps on swollen seas.
On Aftermath by Sylvia Plath
It would not be the smokehouse
hanged, a slight swerve
or gas peddle dropped;
Yet true the soft core
looks longingly to familiar poles,
empathy for the wounded animal.
The strange angle of displaced bones
is noted only for calculation
and restoration of symmetry.
A call to all who stagger through
the debris, a gentle taking of an arm
would not swig tears and spit tobacco
the lists are long and hard to carry
when rolled as maps on swollen seas.
On Aftermath by Sylvia Plath
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out