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Two Dots of Pepper, Two Cubes of Salt
by Ken HarnischLet my dismemberment
Be an object lesson to us both:
Giving ones heart to another
Can be so untidy, if not done with care
And one eye on the exits.
Ah, I am so cold and practical now
But that is because I never forgot
The taste of biting one’s own lip
And drawing blood to keep
The Truth behind the door.
It has a copper tang
As I recall, and was warm;
The warmest thing I tasted
If you neglect the bile
In my throat or
The pearl in my eyes.
And there are people
Who say we’ve lost the
Ability to feel that
As youngsters
We knew without
Having to read the rules
Perhaps, but to me
It always seemed the dice were loaded
And no matter how you rolled them,
They always came up
Snake eyes.
And two dots of pepper on
Two cubes of salt is the way
I look at love now, most times,
When I look at it at all.
01/14/2009 Posted on 01/14/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/14/09 at 02:33 PM I don't think you ever lose that kind of sight. I think it just gets easier to be distracted. Nice write, man. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/14/09 at 07:08 PM Good write Ken. As they say "you buys your ticket and you roles the dice". Sometimes it seems all to be a game of chance. Play well and don't cheat should be the only rules. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/15/09 at 03:36 AM just gotta keep 'em rollin'...a game perhaps but sooner or later you just might get lucky!!! MFS |
| Posted by Don Matley on 01/16/09 at 12:34 AM Loved the tone and the way you convey the despair of Love.....Is it really better to have lost than to have never loved at all?....probably but boy it cuts |
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