on its edge

by Philip F De Pinto

one one thirteen

after many attempts
bard stands a coined phrase
on its edge

after many false starts
shadows crow
spooking the corns in your feet

the asymmetry of fear
a shark fin sluicing through seas
the question is begged - men

do not lead lives of quiet D.
but are led by divination rods
to glasses neither half empty

of half filled but all are tipped
on their sides
which have forgotten

how to right themselves
per fat chance there is
rain in the forecast


Posted on 01/01/2013
Copyright © 2023 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 01/04/13 at 01:34 AM

I feel like you're playing whackamole with imagery here with the precision of ninjatude. Meaning, poignant. In particular the bit about corns, which made me wretch in the best way possible.

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