Short Wrenches Poems
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Clenching right fist tight
wrenches your memories fast.
No need for string tied
around a finger knotted,
for left fist clench pops recall.
Monkey wrenches are distressing.
Always, with my plans, they're messing.
In my life, I've come to realize,
they come in every shape and size;
but I don't mind - it's OK,
what will be my monkey wrench today?
The Wire that Got Bent out of Shape
I am a wire.
I am always getting bent out of shape by wrenches.
They are always twisting me and bending me.
I hate it so much.
Then I have to go to my dad
Who is a vice
To get back into shape.
I HATE IT!
My car breaks down
I’m pissed, vicious frown
You hug me tight
You say, “It will be alright”
“I’ll fix it”
Wrenches, sockets
Bolts in your pockets
Smeared cheeks, grease
I hand you those not these
You lay on the street
Jeans and feet
My heart held captive
You’ve never been so attractive
Words fell through my mind
in plumber’s wrenches
you walked
through a room
my hands shook
I kept pebbles in my pocket
to hold on to
you
kicked at my desire
broad hoofed
your head became
an Olmec icon
my fingers reached
reached for you
like skinny cobs
of ancient maize
Small.....
The small brown nightingale sings
From left bough of an insignificant tree
He brings not much
Just love and a touch
Of everything that wrenches his
Heartstrings
In his world the notes are beautiful
Blissfully unaware
His heartsichord strings are all but dishevelled
So never fill the air
Though I have found you
Yet my heart shrinks
A confounded feeling
The trust that I have is dribbling
I may have an alternate
But you are my soul mate
Raise that hand
Make me yours before it end
My thoughts are crossing miles
The agony in me is taking away my smile
My heart wrenches to be close to you
To express this love the words are few
What do you want from me?
I try to not look sad as I go to bed
Giving you hope for tomorrow and calm for your rest
Knowing that the lonely trek is ahead, I press
As I reach the entryway my heart wrenches for you to come
Running behind me
We meet where our lives took shape and life began
Realizing that was a quick daydream I lose another piece of us.
The Plumber
By Elton Camp
When the pipes under sink began to leak,
Help of Big Bubba’s Plumbing I did seek
Bubba promised he’d be there right away
And he showed up later that very same day
He said, “Big Bubba is here your pipes to fix.
I brought the tools to help me do the tricks.”
Wrenches, pliers, solder—nothing did he lack
But, so sad to say, he also had plumber’s crack
Form:
I like sad music
that wrenches the heart.
It drowns me with the feelings
of not belonging but deeply apart.
It elevates me to the likes of the
Gods of hurt,
because of this genocidal earth
I was broken
from the moment my senses
began to start.
I could never become a stone,
dance in delight with happy tunes,
be someone justifiably
cruel and uncaring smart.
(April 07, 2023)
Beautiful dreamer come to me
With your eyes help me to see
Take my world and turn it 'round
Speak to me without a sound
Soul to soul we find such bliss
I'll drink the nectar of your kiss
The pain I feel's when we're apart
It wrenches me deep in my heart
But such joy when you're by my side
To take me on this glorious ride
I want to tell you a thousand ways
I'm yours until the end of days
Goose bumps prickle my arm,
My hands clench,
And stomach wrenches inside,
I can't breathe,
Or hide.
A rapid heartbeat thumps away,
Sweat is forming,
Eyes so strongly fixated,
I need help,
To late.
The urges take over my actions,
I start clawing,
All over an imperfect body,
I feel trapped,
Can't relax
Tears are pouring from my eyes,
I lose control,
Arms are so red and hot,
Leave me alone,
Cant stop,
Form:
Sound that brings
Back memories
Sounds that make
One cry
…From an ol’ music box…
Sound that tears
Tears from one’s eyes
And wrenches forth
Deep sighs
…Nothing quite like an ol’ music box…
No, nothing says poignancy
More so…
than does the silken notes
That softly flow
…From a music box…
That plays ‘Lullaby
And Good Night’
And tinkles down
E’er so slowly
Til wound again
…Up tight…
My stomach twists,
Empty.
I'll run to forget the pain,
Busy.
Drinking water helps,
Better.
I go home and shower,
Clean.
My reflection catches my eye,
Fat.
I look away,
Shame.
I flip on the TV.
Bored.
Victoria's Secret ad comes on,
Curious.
Their bodies chiseled into perfection,
Jealous
Tv turned off,
Wishing.
Empty refrigerators will stay,
Almost.
Next workout to burn off more,
Thin.
My stomach wrenches,
Empty.
My grandpa has a tool bench
With gadgets, tools and such
Shiny metal objects
And things I cannot touch
Lots of different wrenches
Hammers, saws and pliers
Putty knives and levels
Scissors, rope and wires
Many rows of little jars
Filled with nails and screws
Each one labeled perfectly
In case you need to choose
He says someday he’ll teach me
How to handle all this stuff
But right now I can only look
Until I’m tall enough.
Your smile haunting me still
Pulling me towards you against my will
Your eyes follow me always
Studying me in the passage of days
Your lips tempting me to sin
I can't let you win
Your voice echoing in my head
From every morning rise to night fall- from and into bed
Your laughter resonating through me
Just leave me, I scream, Leave me be
Your fading presences wrenches out my "NO!"
I realize I can't leave you, I can't let you go
I worked on an old oil rig
In red Oklahoma mud
Throwing chains and working hard
Sore muscles with sweat and blood
Forty eight inch pipe wrenches
Will sure tire your arms a bit
If you want to eat and live
You have to get used to it
When working 12 hours a night
It's likely to wear you down
One day when I got off work
I happened to look towards town
Treetops peeked above thick fog
A rainbow against the sun
That sight I'll never forget
A prize for a job well done