Not just remotes and keys slip through the cracks of life


things that fall between chairs

neither here nor there
slipping through the cracked wood
and creeping screws

rickety

doesn't fit either hat
the various masks
and running makeup

flippety

easily dismissed as irrelevant
a buttock perched on each stool
a crude joke

slippery

sloping with splinters
the floor a long way down
six feet to be precise

blinkered

the footpath to hell is paved
with lost remote controls
and getaway car keys



Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-10-23 at 12:43

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Kathy Lockhart
things that teach us lessons about cause and effect aren't always as artistic and as poetically moving as this.
2016-10-24


shells
Thanks for the warning, beware of the cracks! Much enjoyed.
2016-10-24



haha nice
2016-10-24



And poetry web sites too!! Love this.
2016-10-23