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Fixing a bug
by Steve MichaelsI'm fixing a bug where the fear
crawls in and shakes my mind to
tingling
A hard grey carapace
clickety-clacking mandibles
he's all bark
(but I think he can bite)
advancing in beetly-boorish
stride, eyes broadcasting
thunderstorms and murder
I back slowly to the desk
grab my best bic mediumpoint
prepare to battle
The phone rings
he hesitates and I lunge
penetrating his hull
I swirl my pen around
mixing a mutant martini
holding back vomit
as his mucous-pink innards
seep through my clenched hand
This bug is fixed
A pen in my hand. 03/01/2011 Author's Note: Old stuff
Posted on 03/01/2011
Copyright © 2024 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 03/01/11 at 11:57 PM Your first stanza is fantastic and the rest, of course, followed suit. Wonderful. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/02/11 at 01:26 AM Despite having a weak stomach, I liked this for some reason. But it evades me, the words I need to verbalize why.... |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/02/11 at 02:32 AM The first stanza is one of the best I've read of late :) the poem as a whole: LOVE it, every arc, tentacle, and metaphor reference. Kudos to the distance this poem achieves from start to finish, peace, jewels |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/03/11 at 06:19 PM hahhaha! must have been quite the bug! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/04/11 at 04:50 PM Not sure I completely understand this, but a fun entertaining read just the same. That first stanza sound uncanilly like The Beatles' Fixing A Hole: I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
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| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/20/11 at 02:52 PM this poem is marvelous, Steve and I am so glad you survived this battle with the bug to tell us all, in such a fine ode. and I am so glad that you related this tale to us and not the bug. |
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