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Pomegranate Girl (Free verse) by Caducus

By the palace of gold There stands a ruin And beneath indented pillars Is a fruit for sale She has a name for everyman Who gnaw at her unripe rind Unpeeling her as six hands rape her It’s all about time. The pomegranate girl takes her cut Fat Buddha’s in a thin fan The toothless clinker takes his cut Checking his ghetto concubine’s dry He spits at her in the gutter As she clicks her ruby slippers Looking up at the stormy sky.

G-F 19-Aug-04/12:58 AM
I disagree I think that the rhyming adds to the psuedo whimsical nature of the poem it adds a sarcastic twinge. However I feel that If you want to go this route then perhaps you should go all the way. I would Like to see this as a sonnet. But then again I'm just naturally one for pervercity.




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