a poem emerging from highness. any thoughts

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by funktastichigh, May 22, 2010.

  1. When my button eyes unravel
    And the fresh skin behind the veil is burned
    by the sun,
    We must fly.
    Chained to the produce aisle,
    liberation must come!
    The dairy clerk messiah with his triumphant name tag
    sees and leaves us captives to remain
    amongst the oppressive shapes closing in.
    The only way out is the way in.
    Climb into a tomato and out into the sunshine.
    The conical rays of cosmic bliss encircle
    the pale leftovers of the imprisonment.
    Tan fat and greasy we give thanks
    to the herb
  2. well...I read it..lol
  3. hm,
    i like the last line.
    acre to explain?

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