Poetry

Grooming with Nail Clippers

After barefoot, grump and gomp

the toenail clipper is echoing

itself in the wood floor, trimming

impact ridges off outer nails.

The oblique rudder lever mis-thumbed

against its chisel opposite

crimps awry, gets re-occluded

biting corners off middle dabs.

Splitch! The entire plier skimming

under the sofa—up-heave sofa

to recover crossed arms askew

and redeploy to crop some more,

embracing your knees in opposition

you show inner thigh, and lift

toe-horn turrets which will grit

the flooring with grey beetle bix.

Les Murray

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