Sunday, 12 September 2010

I like dreams
I like green lawns
yellow flowers
castles and
white modern
architecture
with
sea salt splashing
my face
I don't want someone
who kills my dreams
who puts pepper on
my fire
who takes pleasure
in being spiteful
saying no
makes
them happy
those kitten
hips and snaky
jeans are fake
they were
bought
so go back
to your boring
life
and underneath
your articulate
brain there is
nothing but a
washed up
mouldy brown
person

1 comment:

Julie Anne Rhodes said...

I think this is my favorite poem so far! Resinates deeply, and so important to take heed!

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