metal teapot
there’s something about a metal teapot
when it boils up and it shrieks
steam in cool air pluming metal heated
steel plated siren unwinding a high note
you are up and
running
there is no mute button
no snooze button
no adjusting the pitch
no substituting a shriek tone
no recurring alarm to insist and insist and insist and insist like a brain dead friend with a big clock on his wrist
no minimizing
no fancy skin
no transparency
and no possibility of freezing up or catching a glitch
there’s just something!
about a metal teapot
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- Published:
- 12.16.08 / 10am
- Category:
- poemas








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