Everyday Trouble

Everyday Trouble short poem

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I broke a nail
shattered the smooth
curve on some surface
not realizing until
I tasted salt and iron
realized I etched
a jagged trace
of blood and plowed
skin on my nose

like a child then
innocently hurting
but unlike that innocence
sharply concerned
diving for a mirror
wondering who I’d shone
this mask of neglect
the receptionist
those women
in the elevator lobby
no one said anything

came a crazy thought
to smear the blood
rouge my face rust
a new sprinkling of freckles
or buy an innocent
pomegranate
chew off a hunk of rind
and claw away
until bathed in juice
strip naked and become
purple coated

you might be thinking
why not just take a knife
find a vein
tap the heartwater
too bitter I say
I’d rather be sticky sweet
and overridden
by fruitflies
covered in a quickly
dying carpet

maybe they’d crawl
through the crease
in my nose and clog
me dead maybe
collectively
they could lift
my limp bulk
and fly me to a new place
where I could concern
myself with more
important things
than broken nails
and complaints about
my untroubled life

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Dr. K.S. Bhardwaj
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Well-woven thoughts. Congrats to the poet. Glad to know that he is Human Resource Personnel. If he finds time he may read my book “Human Resource Development in Education” published by Partridge and available on sale sites like http://www.amazon.com or http://www.flipcart.com.

Aloke
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Brilliant style. A bitter sweet poem woven round irony of life. Thanks.

Savi Mani
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a wonderful poem written in a very unique style……..the ironies of life very well portrayed……

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