Sunday, February 17, 2013

POEM - Venus Lint Trap


Frosty dawn tickles
Last footsteps left
Of scattering bed bugs;
My guiltless friends
So busy, so silly
I watch as you gather
A last string, a last thought
Evidence of industry
In considered navel.
The hairy trap
Useless since nativity
Open, mysterious, enigmatic
The great equalizer.
From goddess to peasant, united
Explore the pucker
Only to wonder, confused
When did I wear blue?
Harvesting arthropod of morning
Store detritus treasures
In oft neglected orifice.
I give all, storage and shelter
Blood and skin, gratis
For retribution nil.

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