Thursday, June 19, 2008

Tips to Trip

Wade through the melted woods of emotion
To reach the shining prize of secret.

Warped and twisted is the bittersweet forest
Of all she holds in her dream.

Don't bring a machete, the more you cut
The faster it grows back.

Don't hack through, slip past. Take none of that
Bold front nonsense.

I'll give you a tip. She's a fake, challenge her
And she's gone.

Use your eyes. Watch for the Rain, then make
Your move.

3 comments:

Brass Baboon said...

I like this poem very much.

Great linking of unusual thought packages

-shining prize of secret
-melted woods of emotion
-bittersweet forest.

Very impressive.

Scratch said...

Thanks, but I'm finished.

post-it said...

i like it much