The picture on the wall
Is bleeding colors
And the people in the hall
Are screaming-
Look at the Mouse!
It's head is like the fertile egg
When you drink a glass from the open keg
And I'm standing in the rain
On my left leg.
Yes I know what I'm saying
I see that you aren't paying
The operating man came and took it away
-My dog.
Now you know
That in the snow
My boots don't fit
Like little children in my life.
I don't belong.
Thought thought thought
Color, sweet color
Alive, I am, like you,
Sweet color
A contest entry
- Of Genius and Lunacy, Of Life and Love by The Sage.
1000 points, ended December 17, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I want genious, abstract, something deep. by BigE.
300 points, ended December 6, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very well penned thoughts written here. Great way of making everything "not fit". Thanks for sharing.
~Mstrss" -
Very different from what I normally read...
but that is the Uniqueness of this piece. I think you did a wonderful job with the imagery.
Thanks for sharing with the group Kimmy.
ephiphany
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Crazy Good.
I'm not sure if this was sheer genious, or if it was utter psychotic. Either way I loved it, and thought you've hit the nail in the head. Great write, thank you for entering. -
Twas Seemingly enchanting, at the same time was more intuitive within a casually beautiful state. Good Write!
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