last night i posted prayers to things. however this discounted their kinks, which i describe in the following poems: www.pbase.com/wwp/candles and so you know what you're getting yourself in for...
SCISSORS
Scissors
know no shame;
they cut up
in the classroom
with a keen,
sharp
wit.
Scissors
cut ribbons
at public functions,
collapsing pictures
into collages;
they like the irony
of me
half made of you.
Scissors
point themselves
like two bird-beaks
at everything
we've done;
they swoop down
from the ceiling,
chopping the bed to bits,
dropping us
back into offices,
where they sleep
like innocents
in drawers.
Scissors
smile
when we go wild
in wars,
acting like
them.
Yes, we need to be careful with things, defend ourselves against them.
