Five-fingered knife

Five knives have I

Upon each hand

To stab you

In the gullet

It takes not man

Nor even mouse

To see I’m

Not a mullet

I see then you

Can be the outer

Shell of me that

Gets not pierced

As you wrap around

So tight

I will not be

The one who’s right.

 

I will be the

Who-gets-it

In the wife

With a knife

I be there for

The end of time

But I will not be

The end of me.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

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1 comment
  1. Reblogged this on Bioman and commented:

    And we’ll give this a try too – another playback from not so way-back!

    Like

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