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Boiled (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

For a while I was content to be the inviting valley below your mountain. Suddenly I found myself buried beneath your Vesuvian hot ash lies that left my heart to choke hanging from its' green blood stalk a greying, lifeless, never to bloom artichoke.

edpeterson 22-Feb-05/7:04 AM
the whole metaphor is a bit silly, and that is good.

and that rhyme at the end is funny, heart to choke

never to bloom artichoke. I like artichoke hearts in a nice oily pasta salad, virgin and salami, some garden fresh cherry tomatoes and buffalo mozzarella, fresh of course.




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