My Zebra Toes
The stillness of the day, the ceaseless hum
Makes me numb
and empty - head is pounding like a drum
Full of rum
The coldness of the night, the slightest creak
Bites my beak
brains drip on the carpet from my head leak
Upon leak
The silence of the lamb, the minty sauce
On the horse
While underneath the mechanism lies
In all confusion
The eloquence of art, the blobs of paint
(Ain't they quaint?)
Reveals what can be issued through restraint
From vile taint
Contributors: | TG, Apsley, ellie, Grayman, Roland, MRQ. |
Poem finished: | 3rd October 2000. |