The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Saturday, January 7, 2012

A Poem to my Pocket Knife

Oh knife in my drawers
I do bend you in wild poses
And of course you are a Swiss
Of that I could not miss
A day of good hope
And a hope for good ideas
I must choose you to be slack
As I anticipate you are my plate
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