Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2023
in the head,
a dark canal
for wax to build and
shed. A place to hang

a loop or push
a stud. Or rest a strand
of hair around two protruding
organs.Β Β And the dust flies

in and out. Fleshy twists
and folds, a place for buds
with music and string. Some
stick out like ***** of

wings. Covered in hat
or cap. A spot to stick
a cotton swab. Not much more
than a useless ****.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
55
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems