the title inspired me...
I strain with lips curling,
Trying in vain not to displace
The layer concealing expression
White as a ghost
My throat muffles a confession
Bearing weight with each year past
So I am now the hunch-back
With facial features in a cast
So tight I can barely breathe.
Smoke whisping from ears escapes
So I look like a plastic kitchen sieve
Full of holes and water,
Rigid, unbendable
Like a wall of bricks and mortar
Ready to fall with a huff and a puff
Whilst straw sets alight
And the wolf's about had enough
So I pack away for the night,
Strip off layers of masks
And howl on the hill in moonlight
Seeing flour and water bases air spun,
Ready to be defaced with red
And colours like a house re-done
To suit each individual
but still expected to comply
And have no ideas original
Test the limits of digestion
Through slices shared
No need to ask a question
Just eat and dance and sing
Exhaust yourself so you can't move
Don't worry bout a thing
We've got gorged and loud beached whales
We've got crimson tides
Smiles to try and hide behind
Pizza and fairytales
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-07-30 at 10:44
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Pizza and Fairytales
Plaster cracks on my face.I strain with lips curling,
Trying in vain not to displace
The layer concealing expression
White as a ghost
My throat muffles a confession
Bearing weight with each year past
So I am now the hunch-back
With facial features in a cast
So tight I can barely breathe.
Smoke whisping from ears escapes
So I look like a plastic kitchen sieve
Full of holes and water,
Rigid, unbendable
Like a wall of bricks and mortar
Ready to fall with a huff and a puff
Whilst straw sets alight
And the wolf's about had enough
So I pack away for the night,
Strip off layers of masks
And howl on the hill in moonlight
Seeing flour and water bases air spun,
Ready to be defaced with red
And colours like a house re-done
To suit each individual
but still expected to comply
And have no ideas original
Test the limits of digestion
Through slices shared
No need to ask a question
Just eat and dance and sing
Exhaust yourself so you can't move
Don't worry bout a thing
We've got gorged and loud beached whales
We've got crimson tides
Smiles to try and hide behind
Pizza and fairytales
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 800 times
Written on 2006-07-30 at 10:44
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