11-08-2022, 08:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-09-2022, 12:26 PM by RiverNotch.)
Sputter
A million knots to tie, a million ways
to bind the arms and legs, to twist and flex,
to fill with bone and flesh an antique chest
then abnegate one's breath to brine, to sate
an ageless itch: so in which pit of hell
are kept the bloody batteries? or else
had rank abuse been held for proper use?
Was there a gear misplaced? A wire made loose?
Oh heaven! to be reduced
to digits in this age
or slip the rubber in
without its requisite
vibration---rage! Sing,
goddess, of a dried-out spring---
A million knots to tie, a million ways
to bind the arms and legs, to twist and flex,
to fill with bone and flesh an antique chest
then abnegate one's breath to brine, to sate
an ageless itch: so in which pit of hell
are kept the bloody batteries? or else
had rank abuse been held for proper use?
Was there a gear misplaced? A wire made loose?
Oh heaven! to be reduced
to digits in this age
or slip the rubber in
without its requisite
vibration---rage! Sing,
goddess, of a dried-out spring---