this one's built on a metaphor of life and society being slippery, and we can never really manage to hold onto it, at least not for a decent period of time
Grease on the lever, eh?
A little lubrication never hurt anyone
Unless to excess is your niche
Slip sliding down the banister
Skating round the teflon rink
Hit a snag, take out a piece
Chew on it a while,
Digest it in the four stomachs
While the questions explode with ease
Gliding over the gloss
To hit the brick wall,
Fingers grasping desperately with keys
Doing the pirouette while the topspin's
Plentiful, twisting this way and that
Careful not to indent and crease
Only bite the hand that feeds,
That shadow now hovering,
Tightening the leash
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-19 at 03:42
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Hard to Handle
Grease on the lever, eh?
A little lubrication never hurt anyone
Unless to excess is your niche
Slip sliding down the banister
Skating round the teflon rink
Hit a snag, take out a piece
Chew on it a while,
Digest it in the four stomachs
While the questions explode with ease
Gliding over the gloss
To hit the brick wall,
Fingers grasping desperately with keys
Doing the pirouette while the topspin's
Plentiful, twisting this way and that
Careful not to indent and crease
Only bite the hand that feeds,
That shadow now hovering,
Tightening the leash
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 949 times
Written on 2006-09-19 at 03:42
Tags Society Loss
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