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iPod (Free verse) by Christof The buds grow into my ears,
Creeping their shoots between brain and cranium,
Filling my vessels with silvery xylem,
Shutting my eyelids like sated flytraps.
Even my heart is flowered and firred,
My thoughts are wooded, my breath has leaves.
Music was once for the joy of the masses;
Now it makes me a forest
Forbidden to man.
Up the ladder:
The Layer of Black
Down the ladder:
Before Dinner
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Posted: July 25, 2007 1:25 AM PDT; Last modified: July 25, 2007 1:25 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.1788044 Overall Rank: 4917 Comments:
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==Doylum @ 84.71.149.30
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28-Jul-07/7:29 AM
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Did you write this after listening to radio four? they said something similar the other day.
They don't really get between your brain and cranium do they. 'Filling my vessels with silvery xylem' and 'My thoughts are wooded, my breath has leaves.' aren't particularly strong metaphors imo.
No they go in your ears don't they?!
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