I am born from a bowl of gummy oatmeal.
of scabby Knees like red liquid plastik
of laughter swimming through
the sunday comics. Beetle Baily.
I lived through faucets that
when turned on pour out
snails. beautiful snails with
rainbow shimmer shells.
My breath becomes cotton
that forms a horrible itchy plaid dress
I am my forest.














Comments
Hmm... poem's pretty good, though it makes absolutely no sense. I guess that was the point, though, wasn't it?
Wasn't "I am my forest" one of Zane's journals or something? (goes to check)
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"Look behind you! A three-headed monkey!"
-- The Secret of Monkey Island
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my love. who is much much more talented than me. Go see him. and make fun of him. ~ fleshling
I tried to do a comment a minute ago but I don't know if it took, so I'll repeat the gist of it: Nice poem, makes absolutely no sense, that last line sounds a lot like a journal Zane did I think.
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"Look behind you! A three-headed monkey!"
-- The Secret of Monkey Island
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my love. who is much much more talented than me. Go see him. and make fun of him. ~ fleshling
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