Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Headache



Headache

 it is not a tool chest which afflicts me –

not a bench vise

jaws or spanner

not a claw-hammer

auger or awl

neither pliers nor tinsnips

no spiral-ratchet Yankee screwdriver

no nail gun

no drill     

it is only the thrum of blood

in temples, jaw and neck

which threatens my peace

x

2 comments:

Dave King said...

For me the former items have been known to cause the latter - or perhaps that's what you meant?

Either way I greatly enjoyed the poem, it had a certain Chinese feel to it I thought. And a touch of ambiguity is never a bad thing. A fine post, indeed.

jabblog said...

Just the sight of those tools set me afire - but I do sympathise. Aromatherapy? Massage? A change to another country? (sorry!!)