Desking (Poem)

Image by 巻(Maki) from Pixabay

This IKEA table
with wooden bones
and metal legs
settled here
like the old skull
of a museum.

it was not cut for fashion
though it can sit patiently
like a bald psychiatrist
or a daily newspaper.

has some tea marks
with inky fingerprints
and great embroidered writings
of boredom.

Bronze Buddha sleeps sideways
books have fossil voila
and some provisions
to fill my regular dark appetites.

Past sins have cleaved the surface
bolts have become loose
like the bodies affected by blight.

edges are sharp
as sharp as fishing lures
or as steep as a glen.

The boy doesn’t care.

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