this poem is like a bob dylan song...see if you know whats really happening.


Bakery

I walk to my bakery under the sky so grey
I Walk in to get my usual
but, there infront of me was a cake, a cake i had never seen before,
i get that one instead, the baker said its much more dellishous
i gobbeld it on one
lost myself in its ecstasy
i leave the bakery and walk home under the sky so sunny
later that night all i can do is think about that other cake
i had to get another one
i walk to the bakery again under the same old gry sky
rushed into the bakery and gobbeld five cakes
theese cakes so creamy
kiling me so softly




Poetry by Dani
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Written on 2006-09-12 at 19:05

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JRB
I like the way the skys grey when you go into the 'bakery' and becomes sunny when you come out
This is my favourite poem of yours so far because I can really relate to it (as you'd know lol)
2006-09-21


Kathy Lockhart
Now you got me thinking. This person is going after something he/she always wants/needs. She goes to the same place every day in great need. But tries something different instead which only seems to satisfy and does for the moment lighten up the day. But, still hungry for the "cake" that always soothes, he/she returns and "overdoses" on the "cake of choice." Could this be a drug addict? hmmmm.
2006-09-12