today i am but,
a rude mechanical thing
a wind up toy.
plodding along with whining gears
today i am but,
a fool's pawn to swing
a mere pendulum being,
arcing between
the sun and moon
today every thing is done
purely on muscle memory.....
....my thoughts...
.... are engaged elsewhere.
the only difficulty encountered.....
....they neglected to inform me
of their intended whereabouts
so now this is me,
a discombobulated, thingamajig
bought from Ikea, sans the allenkey, put together inexpertly, clunk-clunking
along, not right..a little bit wrong....clank- clunking on
by.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
today i am but,
a rude mechanical thing
a wind up toy.
plodding along with whining gears
today i am but,
a fool's pawn to swing
a mere pendulum being,
arcing between
the sun and moon
today every thing is done
purely on muscle memory.....
....my thoughts...
.... are engaged elsewhere.
the only difficulty encountered.....
....they neglected to inform me
of their intended whereabouts
so now this is me,
a discombobulated, thingamajig
bought from Ikea, sans the allenkey, put together inexpertly, clunk-clunking
along, not right..a little bit wrong....clank- clunking on
by.
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