Regg (ex_regg235) wrote in _tongueofpoetry, @ 2005-03-15 02:23:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Spare a moment of your mind?
i lost my mind,
again.
i finally got it together
the doctor had said-
but now i have forgotten where i’ve put it.
it wasn’t in the fridge...
or under the couch, behind it, or ‘neath the cushions...
already checked yesterday’s pockets –
(a dime.
chewed piece of gum.
pair of fly’s wings wrapped in cellophane.
marble of colored lint.
kidney stone.
six burnt matches.)
maybe i should check Her purse.
“ Do you mind, Darling? �
She says nothing, but Her eyes are open so i know She hears.
empty.
where could it be?
maybe i dropped it on the way home
from the hospital.
i’ll recheck my bag.
(hammer.
hacksaw.
straight razor.
corkscrew.
duct tape.
chlorophorm.)
damn it! just broke my nail.
somebody must’ve picked it up, stolen it...it ain’t here.
unless...better double check Her.
eyes wide open, i know She sees me re-open Her.
but She says nothing.
(tongue.
larynx.
heart.
liver.
bladder.
ovaries.)
not here.
i’ll have to search somewhere,
someone else.
i’ll just gather my tools and let Her rest here.
She’ll be fine. i’ll close Her eyes so She can sleep.
oh, there goes one now- maybe she has it.