suigintou
01-22-2009, 03:04 AM
I feel I don't post here enough anymore, so here's two sub-par pieces.
Red
Red.
Like the bricks of a friendly old schoolhouse,
or the flush on a cheek,
stamped by a honey-sweet kiss.
Like the glass slippers tucked away in a closet,
or the vision of a dying sun,
while the world spins around
and around.
Noodles
There was a hair in my chicken soup.
I gave a great scowl
as I plucked it from the broth.
I grew jealous of the strand-
that it had tasted the soup
pre-contamination.
I dumped the soup in the sink,
watching the noodles clog the drain,
hairball of a noodlecat.
Red
Red.
Like the bricks of a friendly old schoolhouse,
or the flush on a cheek,
stamped by a honey-sweet kiss.
Like the glass slippers tucked away in a closet,
or the vision of a dying sun,
while the world spins around
and around.
Noodles
There was a hair in my chicken soup.
I gave a great scowl
as I plucked it from the broth.
I grew jealous of the strand-
that it had tasted the soup
pre-contamination.
I dumped the soup in the sink,
watching the noodles clog the drain,
hairball of a noodlecat.