Splintered Material

Full-on rage meanders
back to the dresser
and tosses throwing stars
at the formica counter,

bouncing sparks and splintered material
all over the place while
aged mosquito catchers
grumble about old times
before the internet.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger