by Philip F De Pinto

each night
she stirred
out of bed
to traipse
the terrain twixt
his brain
with her welding torch
hopeful to seal
the ever widening crease
twixt the two hemispheres
or at least screw a hinge
in them
that they might flap
and take wing
and take that bird brain
where it will - preferably
to the lair
which took all day to tamp
and prepare
save the head is a shell
still in need
of a crack - not to worry!
along with the torch
she brought along
a ballpeen!


Posted on 01/22/2013
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