mrgiles

Poems.

Monday, June 27, 2005

the brain throbbed messily
an overgrown toad
wartily pulsating inside the room


it sat there fatly
quivering in its greyness
dripping a colourless faintly glistening liquid
onto the carpet


it seemed uncertain about what to do
with its newly found freedom
just sat there
at a loss
vaguely tensed for some kind of hopping

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