18 March 2009

Real Nail Clippings

nail clippings
collect neatly in a pile
on a corner of the desk
uselessly next to the phone’s
truculent silence

computer screen’s baleful
stare cowers inspirations
engenderment, there’s no
miraculous escape
– a bleak bludgeoning
to death of creativities’
incipience breaks moods easily

isn’t always this way
clipping nails once lent dignity
insight-seeking, a catharsis in
letting go

but I already did that...

© 30 October 2008, I. D. Carswell