Poem for 14 January, 2013 Online circular saw blades
look like small UFOs hovering above
a white trash wood paneled background,
floating with prices and sizes
and quantities listed next to them. I click on the ripblade,
a harsh shank with deep gullets,
flat-topped anti-kickback teeth,
and an aggressive twenty degree hook. With so much mental mulch,
and mahogany hardened thoughts,
one tool will dull
before finishing the job.
I will have to order two.
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