Tear it with my Teeth (a no-flow experiment)

Cars stall,
trees fall,
knives lose their edge.

It’s like that,
the bag remains closed,
no go,
no flow;
the contents sealed in plastic,
as if universal truth
veiled in space-time folds
could be knowable with scissors.

Lost in the old house of broken relationships,
trapped by the fate of angles,
at the back of a kitchen drawer;
damn pressboard and staples,
when one needs metal cutters, choppers, shears,
mysterious folds of overlapping reality are nothing
compared to ill-fitting tongue-and-groove construction,
the scissors stuck in that small universal gap of regret.

Cars stall,
leaders fall,
people lose their way.

It’s like that,
the bag remains closed;
the chocolate chips no flow,
no go, veiled in universal folds,
just an elusive desire to commingle ingredients,
until I tear it with my teeth,
that bag of chocolate goodness,
and let it flow.

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8 thoughts on “Tear it with my Teeth (a no-flow experiment)

  1. Nice one…
    I love the frustrating feeling it gives me until I actually know what is going on at the end!
    Not that I like being frustrated often, but in poeming it is a good thing.

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