This is actually my poem My left hand mixed with Speck’s Just Another Day. I think they work well together…

First published in Illya’s Honey (Dallas) in 2012, this little poem also made its way into my collection Original Clichés and another audio version with an old Adelaide buddy, guitarist Len Mosley.

My left hand

sits on the page
resting its finger tips
silently crouching
watching

watching what
the right hand writes

writes rarely, clumsily
itself

itself subservient
to the dominant
right

always sinister
never dextrous

a lifetime as the
less-gifted brother
resentful

insecure less-fêted
self esteem deflated

silent
it squats
there

plotting its
revenge


© rob walker, 2012, 2015.