King Cobra and the Wooden Rabbit
Consumed and regurgitated disgust with myself is dangled in my view
Everything I’ll never be is in plaid when I’m subtle wooden fur.
Bubble features I’m drowning in a round profile
Carmel poisons me by my mother’s side.
The thinness sleek is the mark of your beast.
I can see the percentage and calculation in my rings that suffocates me.
Dramatic impact has that slender, Carmel, plaid.
I’m nothing but calm replacement pulled out of your hat.
cheronld commented on King Cobra and the Wooden Rabbit
05-13-2010
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Battle Light | 3 | 09/22/2009 |
| King Cobra and the Wooden Rabbit | 1 | 09/11/2009 |
| Unwell Art | 1 | 09/01/2009 |
| Shut It Off Two See | 3 | 05/01/2009 |
| Treasure | 4 | 04/04/2009 |
| A Warm Day | 5 | 03/08/2009 |
| Collision | 8 | 03/04/2009 |
| It is what we have. | 6 | 02/15/2009 |
| The Door: Inhaling the Grasp | 5 | 02/14/2009 |
| The Door: Forgotten | 5 | 02/14/2009 |
| What is this? | 5 | 02/13/2009 |
| Reverie | 4 | 02/13/2009 |
| Erosion | 2 | 02/13/2009 |
| Leaden | 2 | 02/13/2009 |
| Mirror Skinned | 4 | 02/13/2009 |
| Earth Bound | 2 | 02/13/2009 |
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