Friday, February 19, 2010

poetry corner


Does the piece fit into place?
Smart. Too smart.
I answer phones and staple memos
You objectify me with unfocused eyes and condescending smiles.
This is the wrong place.
My piece has too many jagged edges, sharp remarks.
I can objectify too.
The picture gets blurry
Cookie-cutter suits, crisp notes, dull shapes;
Signatures and dollar signs to make it worth the while.
Cut me up, fill the mould
Lines drawn, position filled.
File; Smile; Monotonous tile.
The piece fits, but is it in the right place?

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