You feed me potatoes
Trapped between the tick and the tock of life
suffocated by the kindness of fragile hearts
my soul is washed away on a torrent of guilt
and i am left starving.
Yet you feed me only potatoes
but it will be ok
because i bought a pair of boxer shorts
today.
Now all there remains for me to do
is to cut off all my fingers
and give one each to you all
but will it ever stop you feeding
on the corpse of a love that died
so long ago.
I think not.
So shall i just sit and listen
to all my broken records
and wait for the leech of fear to suck me dry
for there seems to be no escape
as all my cherry trees have withered
broken
fallen
and already died.
© Rik - 29/05/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-05-30 at 00:50
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