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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.
Up the ladder:
Dead on Arrival
Down the ladder:
Prologue
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Posted: February 22, 2005 5:34 AM PST; Last modified: February 22, 2005 5:34 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.4034123 Overall Rank: 3168 Comments:
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zodiac @ 212.118.14.17
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22-Feb-05/6:21 AM
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its' should be its. Artichoke, what?
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.
Boiled?
But weren't those days in the valley sweet. Until the eruption, the realization of lies. Still it was sweet. Volcanic ash'll do that to an artichoke, as lies to a heart, but hey, shake off that ash, bloom, a little grayly maybe. 223 view(s)
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