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Mollie Grant Feb 2016
“20 ways to repurpose a light bulb”

It tells me I need to start with a good grip around the bulb,
give the solder point a twist and free the brass contact
from the wires leading to the filament. If I make it that far,
I have to break the insulator and pull the filament out
from there. Grabbing the fill tube, I need to empty out the bulb
and wipe it out to get it ready.

I guess I could channel my childhood and turn the bulb
into an aquarium—dropping a little bloodfin tetra in with
a sprig of sea-grass or even make one of three small hanging vases
to put on my wall in the kitchen. If I want to get crafty,
I have directions for a glass sculpture, a holiday ornament,
and seven different size centerpieces.
The real surprises on the list are the light bulb necklace
and the concrete molds for light bulb handles.

Here I am, 4 A.M. on a Saturday morning planted on the couch
peering at the screen through my Jim Bean bottle eyes
and all I see are ways to repurpose this broken bulb
for something new—something it should have never been—
and I wonder why I can’t just grab the oil and a wick and
turn it into what it always wanted to be.
She Writes  Jul 2022
Recycling
She Writes Jul 2022
Repurpose your pain
Create a masterpiece
- Art
Kabelo Maverick Mar 2015
Barricades detach my demeanour slowly…
Wear my shades to match my deceiver clothing
A kiss of *** good to balance pH mantra
…I did some good to malice and got defaced, gangsta…!!
I’m a whirlwind and terribly vexed
to be mentioned in the same pun as Labour Rights
I make the world spin, probably next…
Repurpose myself and brace plugs for my neighbour’s lights…
Maverick.penmanship© Equilibrium of my Rights and Wrongs 2015/03/04
ECKate  Jan 2014
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ECKate Jan 2014
induratize me, just leave that scent behind;
at the doorway it lingers,
whispering faux truths without surprise.
the snow laughs in reflection, glitter haunts a mirror & to say we
see as nothing, we find there's
constant consistency here.
but water is transformation,
repurpose, great ingenuity;
freezing to create sorrow's surface, melting to break deep rests escape

my mother's brain found it incredibly sad,
trickling chemicals tricking bodies into reform,
skirmishing the soul away from the eyes,
to think if I could shake her free.
and that's what a love hath done to me, so i wait for the melt,
to remember my uncertainty


© 2015 Kate Volk
Got to remember
how the **** to swim
before it's far too late-
before I must surrender
to the flow of things in Time

Got to break this spell,
got to break free from
this hell
in which I hold myself
captive
pleading for
a more fair Judge and Jury;

Holding myself prisoner
even though not consciously,
this sort-of Shadow puppetry
is forcing me to see that
I've got to relearn to swim
before it's far too late-
to rectify and repurpose
all these persistent negative Energies
and turn all this darkness
once more into light.
neth jones  Sep 2019
claymation
neth jones Sep 2019
in our very own room
all have fever.. privately
we feed it soft egg

we closet and build
create fabric, like insect
mouthwork, repurpose

outside of the home
dictated by company
we have shared madness

we tread the weather
we institutionalize
miss out on the world

societies pal
traitors to our piracy
mistrust our own mind

blinds drawn, in fierce study
apply to the retooling
head clay made better

the automaton
must bare some animation
unallied approach

wetter still and fit
your neutrons fend now and thrive
carry the tune outdoors ?

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