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questions for an abandoned toothbrush

chiselstone — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 15:39:26 +0000

why do you sit here still?
behind the toothpaste and the razor
is it that you find the company of my toothbrush
endearing, though you might envy it?
what is it that you dream about
in the wee hours of each morning?
are you waiting for him to remember you
and find his way back home?

do you miss the scent of mint on his breath?
do you even remember that?
it’s been one hundred and seventy one days since
he had walked out on you and i
does your heart quicken at the sound of
footsteps approaching the door?
only to find it’s me and never him
and it’s never him anymore

why do you sit here still?
believing he would want you back
as another sun sets, would you wonder if
he thinks of you (though you know he doesn’t)?
and would you ever forgive me
if i took you away? i really ought to
for what hope is there he might remember you
and find his way back home?

***originally posted on 29 May 2005

the spider speaks out

chiselstone — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 12:25:28 +0000

There once was a lady of epic proportions,
Who’d heave and puff with the slightest of motions.
And, I, the narrator,
a humble Spider,
Find her stomach as wide as the oceans

Sometimes she’d say (with genteel dismay),
“Mah name’s not ‘Muffet’, it’s Moo-feyh!”
Hearing her grumble,
I’d always mumble,
“Yes, it sounds just like ‘buffet’”

Her critics had called her dastardly;
From spiders like me she was supposed to flee.
But I disagree,
It’s simple you see.
Get off her fat arse? Not she.

There once was a girl as wide as a tree,
Whose curds and whey made her no less hungry
‘Twas a mistake, one day,
I had wanted to play;
Now I spend my remaining life in her belly.

Note: This was written a very long time back. Don’t get to writing poetry much these days so I’ll be posting works that I’ve dug up from my old folders, publishing them with the “old.stuff” tag