Sciss Or
being the cut-up i was
back when i lost my nut
and she bolted away
i found myself
half of scissors say
singular scissor
not much more than
an ice pick is,
more to the point
yet what can be done
when two useful parts
fall apart, depart
to become as it were
(is?) ...a sciss
chipping away at the
cold icy truth
that one must use
to survive
snowing the rest
around as i dig
into another bit
of frozen flow
to tool or not...
whether it's designed
to be of use to other
even others, or just
turn the puzzle,
hardware in hand
discerning or
dis-earning
casting aside snippets
confettied triangles
some papered cuts
life's try angles
© Goode Guy 2011-07-29
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