Poetry
What Have You Done With the Garden Entrusted to You?
Submitted by AE on Tue, 2006-05-23 17:24.I woke up from slumber with thirst
and the thirst was red.
So I went to my pool and drank deep
Two hands of thumbs, none of them green
Boxed into seemingly predetermined shape.
Through autumn pastels and winter greys
Where were you when even the weeds bloomed?
The secret palette on This side unseen
By me?
Ode to a Parktown Prawn (A poem)
Submitted by AE on Tue, 2003-11-25 16:04.I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
