Tuesday, October 9, 2007

8 poems in 4 minutes...

The forest spills over
into the child's mind.
So rotten I've become
in the bath of bananas
Sour hilltops rest above her.
She sings facing downward.
I spotted a cow in the hill.
Clouds collapse upon us.
She bashed his skull
and let brain juices ooze
like rice-crispies and milk.
She waits for me across time
like the slicing of one's internals
with a knife made of bread.
Silly panda bears
have entrapped the cage,
and keep it hostage
so diligently.
The morning hangs
like a bug in a web.

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