Short Tweezers Poems
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alleviation
of rage can be achieved in
plucking thorns, splinters,
and shards of glass when the chance
arrives -- very cathartic.
Once seduced by his junior coworkers
Old man took his dates to the lockers
They used penile tweezers
And shagged like young weasels
Too bad he forgot beta-blockers
There’s a guy with a nervous tick;
tweezers make him queasy and sick.
In a walk through the wood,
it crawled up where it could;
removal will be quite the trick.
doorknocker lady so drenched with passion
letting me know the central breeze of her action
calmly and gently i allow her to enter
together we share the responsibility of removing each splinter
Under her arms
was a tangle of hair
It was quite easy
to get trapped in there
But thanks to the razor
the tweezers and laser
Drops of sweat now
love to betray her
walking the floor
regular pastime
not about you
more about me
tweezers and splinters
droplets of blood as blues
not about us
more about life
accidental klutz
lumps and swellings
not about happenings
more about hurting
dynamic stone teardrops
cubic zirconium crockery
not about pain
more about truth
This morning,
I woke,
eyes crescent mooned.
In the kitchen,
I found a platoon,
army crawling between
pepperoni and assorted
veggies, gathering intel
for the commanding officer.
My tweezers clinched
between thorax and abdomen,
strapped him down by the neck.
It took three milliliters
from the syringe to
drown his insides.
His dog tags
read:
Red Aunt
Together; Two arrows much stronger than weaker
Apart; Broken arrows thrown out of the quiver
Together; We’re the tweezers that pull out the sliver
Apart; There’s no tweezers so the sliver gets deeper
Together; We’re the warmth that’s needed from either
Apart; There’s no warmth so the other gets fever
Together; Forever we are each other’s keeper
Apart; No forever so each other have neither
claws contracted tightly
squeeze something dropped
on the forest floor
like a dark metallic tweezers
the pointed beak catches a branch
while red and nervous eyes
look everywhere
he turns the body
opens immense wings
and in a rustle of brown feathers
fly towards the treetops
at nightfall, the figure rises and disappears
fading among dark leaves
he rebuilds his castel
his refuge
his palace
his next nest
I gather up
the pieces of
my heart like
a shattered
light bulb
I sweep every
little bit of
eggshell-thin glass
up with my hands
some of the pieces
cut my hands and
make them bleed
but I need every
single piece
I sit at a table
and reassemble
the broken glass
jigsaw puzzle
that was my heart
painstakingly
with glue and
tweezers and
a magnifying
glass because
if I get it just
just right the
light bulb may
light again