poetry

one button

screw the light bulb!
(he said)
no literally,
The fine spray
of rust
singed- the
drips on his lips

only electricity
can grind
Steel against
Wood against
the rest

-and tender
hole in
the ceiling.
Shit
(he muttered)

He sank his iron
End
Into
Electricity

Ah
(he stuttered)
things began to work
turn, hum, click
sighassoonas

YES
(he moaned)
that sweet white
switch-ed on the rest
of the wires
inside

soft light shot
onto
liquid-tiles sighs
and bare skin

brought simple
Electricity.

PhilosopherPoet

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