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Paperclip Blues
At 0446 this morning
I took an aluminium-earlobe-
-hearingloop-shaped paperclip
and did the old ordinary,
twisting it straight.
Then I mangled it slightly
and kneaded its middle attempting
to make it an S and it broke.
I took the first splinter
and folded it over, crushing
the junction and twisting it
upwards and over and made
a straight line with a midway
loophole.
The second part I fiddled and
snaked it and turned it and
made a crude epsilon midway
stressed arc.
I got one in the one hand and
other in other and tried to thread
the old epsilon arc shape
through the initial part epsilin loop.
I stuck out my tongue and sweated
my nerves and daintily inserted
the arch through the loop.
When the news came on at 0500
I was holding a miniature coat -
hanger mongol.
Why the hell am I alive?
This was a great read. The way I see it is, the person in the poem distracts themselves constantly for the 14 minutes to distract themselves from feeling upset. There tends to be a huge connection between those kind of feelings and insomnia. Loved the Enjambment, really brought the poem alive and draws you in.