Wave whats up to our On Tech editor, Hanna Ingber, who picked just a few faves. A few of the hammer poems had been submitted by professional writers. Thanks for all of them.
The Chilly Cheeseburger of Love
slumps on the resort night time stand
subsequent to the Flat Weight loss program Coke of Freedom
in its Paper Cup of Ennui. The Unhappy Clown
of Future hangs on the Bent Nail of Indifference
pushed into the Purple Wall of Oblivion
by the Barely-Bent Hammer of Fecklessness.
Oh, Crispy Residence Fries of Homesickness,
spilled onto the ground,
scattered beneath the
unmade mattress, the
— Matt Mason, Omaha, at present the Nebraska State Poet
Oh, how I really like my hammer
it’s such a beautiful instrument.
It might lack rather a lot in glamour
however as an implement it’s cool.
— Alan Payne, Etowah, Tenn.
A hammer is what a person wants,
on a November splashing heatless
daylight from side to side by midday,
like silvery Chablis
tossed among the many leaves;
I really like
the dim secrecy of this cellar’s cool,
the jars of nails
and nickel screw eyes,
the hammer’s iron tooth
there, in its corkboard
with gripping tape
and ready for some stable use.
It’s all the pieces my century applauds.
Roundheaded: riven: ready;
maker of rails and shingle;
now to yank, now to rend,
now, if referred to as upon, to kill.
— William Orem, Emerson School