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