Tear it with my Teeth (Toof!)



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K. Shawn Edgar (2012)

Tear it with my Teeth




Cars stall,

trees fall,

knives lose their edge.


It’s like that,

the bag remains closed,

no go,

no flow;

the contents sealed in plastic,

as if universal truth

veiled in space-time folds

could be knowable with scissors.


Lost in the old house of broken relationships,

trapped by the fate of angles,

stuck at the back of a kitchen drawer;

damn cheap pressboard and staples,

when one needs metal cutters, choppers, shears,

mysterious folds of overlapping reality are nothing

compared to ill-fitting tongue-and-groove construction,

with scissors stuck in the small universal gap of regret.


Cars stall,

leaders fall,

people lose their way.


It’s like that,

the bag remains closed;

the chocolate chips no flow,

no go; veiled in the universal space-time folds,

just an elusive desire to commingle ingredients,

sugar and salt, until I tear it with my teeth, and

that bag of chocolate goodness opens.

So I let it flow.


K. Shawn Edgar • Writer • Humorist • Mad AssAssin




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