Boxcutters...
Boxcutters used tocut into boxes,
you kow, like the
icebox around my heart...
One slice,
Two slice,
taking off slivers,
trying to find its home...
Taking it's time
through the darkness and grime;
metal, sheened red...
and endings.
Boxcutters...
Boxcutters used toGUSTY commented on Boxcutters...
09-09-2010
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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