"counterweights" poems
Congrats, your first time being a lock smith
and as you are new to the job I shall explain how volatile your position is
Because as you pick away at the fractured mechanisms of those who have come before you
the worn grove of a few different keys,
the click clack of pins cracked by the crushing pressure of their counterweights
your working towards a prize, the problem being this prize has been claimed,
now don't stress,
its been claimed an abandoned like a cute puppy with a bite so steel yourself and keep working
because im a lock,
and i cant show you how i feel until you open me..
and I cant reveal the contents i withhold until you push the right pins into the right slots...
so im sorry if i don't vocalize how i feel
because i want you to get through the steel bars blocking your way to the prize,
so please keep fighting...dont give up one me yet
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
The defeat that we thought of
as not belonging to us
greater since it was
from its shadow
shorter since we were
from our sum
located us in the map
as this cloud
that dropping the counterweights
stood above us
and broke into two
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
I rush to speak
When I should be quicker
To pause and think,
Parsing each phrase.
How my words will and could
Be interpreted or construed
And of that, whatever resulting.
Of the checks & balances
We put ourselves through,
What is the material from which
The weights of judgement
Have been constructed?
Pig iron, sterling silver, stainless steel?
And of our choice of counterweights,
What is revealed?
May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 5:00 PM UTC