Tuche & Automaton

Monday, October 23, 2006

Kitchen Masterclass

Down by the knives,
In the corner,
The block-hold,
The terrible neck-tight.

Down by the knives,
The electric sharp,
It comes close,
Then it drifts away again.

Down by the knives,
The twist of a serrated threat-edge,
The poorly girl,
She hides,
Covered in splashes,
And gristle-tics.

Down by the knives,
She learns how to be silent,
How to edge towards the door in no-word,
A thin sliver of metal,
She becomes invisible.

In words she is invincible.
'Damn him!'
She whispers.


At 1:32 AM, Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

your poetry is as sharp as a tack or, in this case, as sharp as a knife.

At 8:59 AM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Thanks CJ. You are very supportive of Mollsterxx

At 12:04 PM, Blogger Rod... said...

... razor edge...

At 11:41 PM, Blogger Mandy said...

nice one!

At 2:43 AM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Rod - ooh, there you are again! Hope you are having a great time.

Mandy - thanks very much.

At 5:00 PM, Blogger saltyfeline said...



At 10:55 AM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Thankyou so much Saltyfelinexx


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