Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Rob Schackne #45 - The Paper Cut

The Paper Cut


Handling a precious calendar
with only my normal frenzy
when shit the left index finger
is sliced you know the one
I use to switch stuff on & off
in the spaceship before reentry
then before assessing the damage
I manage to twist my ankle
and further damage the nerves

how it throbs for the days on Earth
I'm shouting at Scuttles the Robot
to go fetch the skin spray then go
back to the lab for the micromovie
(the Fool laughs in its circuitry)
under the lens unfolds the reason
the blood had a latch that was undone
and the tiny blade came through
with astonishing ferocity.


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