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Your heart grew up in a black wooden box
and thought it fabulous,
its world of
right angles,
wood grain,
and eternal night.
It hated me when I bored the hole
that let the sun singe its eyes, cook its skin,
when rain collected the dirt on its skin
in a puddle beneath its feet and said:
"look how dirty you are, foul thing."
It hated and
hated and
still hates,
always crawling
under any
box it finds.
I kicked it
out of its hiding place.
It ran out howling, hating and being
ha
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clay
cowardice runs deep, like a rich vein of red
through the bottom of a Colorado river.
so I gathered that clay, scooped it up in my hands
and packed it, carefully, over my face
until it covered every inch; and my lidded eyes
were merely dents in the thick tan façade.
this was cleaner
than the traditional, Oedipal method
of blinding oneself.
alone, the clay
was not enough. I stayed inside
the house, too, under cover of a sturdy blue roof
that cordoned the horizon
because out here there is too much sky
to hide from.
and I ignored the phantoms
still flitting in my ears,
because they spoke of the kind of roses
Literature
Looking Up
Every person that I pass on the street either looks at me and smiles, or looks down at the passing cracks and scuffed boots that refuse to look back. Not one ever looks up. As a human I feel restrained in this two-way world, and as a stranger I feel helpless.
Did you see the man with the tattered work gloves? How he hid his fingers in his sweat-stained blue jeans and held a staring contest with his steel toes? I wish he knew that I walked by, that if he was to pass by me a second time, a that man looks more tired than the last time I saw him thought could run through his mind. He cant even imagine where hes going beca
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Um, this is an entry for the six-word humour contest of mr *Iscariot-Priest and chums. I haven't entered a competition on dA before, so I thought what the hell.
Humour (and brevity, as a matter of fact) not being my usual bag, I'm afraid I have plumped (or plumbed, heh heh) for toilet humour. I know, I know, it's not big and it's not clever, but I am British...
COMMENTS EDIT: I won! Woohooo!
Humour (and brevity, as a matter of fact) not being my usual bag, I'm afraid I have plumped (or plumbed, heh heh) for toilet humour. I know, I know, it's not big and it's not clever, but I am British...
COMMENTS EDIT: I won! Woohooo!
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Hahahaha...that was hilarious. Thanks..that made my day.