Needle and Thread

October 16, 2009

Let me show you my world

It is carved out of lead

Coated with wooden shavings

And disfigured paper scraps

The clock's hand watches sentinel

Constant state of disrepair

My words rebound against me

The mirror climbs up the ladder

Up and Up and Up and Up

I hear the chains of it clang

With my foot as it escapes

Out of my mouth so it breathes

I tremble as I tighten the seams