hot, salty fries roll down her cheeks
as she shovels the pack of tears into her mouth
where they remain
because life is not worth the swallowing
or chewing for that matter
her eyes are dead
cold and smooth and shiny
staring ahead like a marble athena
but life is plastic! she declares
and hollow
as the potatoes fly out
and eyes, suddenly, many eyes
they turn upon her accusingly
vegetative propagation gone wrong
what to do but bite your lip,
hold back the brimming spuds
and finish your tears.
Friday, April 22, 2005
tapioca. sweet and mushy or crispy and bland. depending on how you cook me.
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2 Comments:
I hereby castigate you for unauthorised use of poetry by a Science student. Science students are not allowed to be artistic in expression. Please replace your post with wordy prose involving overuse of technical jargon and obscure Latin names.
but i used the words "vegetative propagation"! surely that counts for something!
anyway i fulfilled my latin name requirements in last weeks posts.
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