Toy

Your robot toy is broken, lying
Twitching on the kitchen floor.
Somehow, it learned to wind
Itself, and then it marched
Across your counter, hoping
You would be amused. It
Watched your face. You
Never looked, so human,
Wrapped up in yourself.
It didn't see the counter's
Edge, and fell, and now
It lays, its legs still moving,
Staring at the floor.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-08 at 22:08

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