Like an Antique Sewing Machine

like an antique sewing machine
chugging spindles and whirligigs
stitching temporary solutions
to timeless nudity
I feel the machinations in my skull
rusted decaying filthy gears and bobbins
spinning sad point d’Alençon
to swaddle lost hope
and new disappointment
in ratted tatting

  antique, lace, poetry, sewing machine