Your Poetry Dot Com - The Puddle On The Floor

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it is very hard to paint my cauliflour
with the intense buzzing of your brain interrupting.

"WILL YOU BE QUIET?!"

You look at me, your face
a picture of grotesque philanthropy.
I can hear the algebra reverberating.

Aquamarine and cyan
drip from perplexingly lumpy vegetables
to the starched white tablecloth
with last week's spaghetti sauce.

Your benevolent smile,
engaging in polite erotica with your ears,
is trying to hug my face.

I jump up suddenly, repulsed.
Paint and lunch fly
everywhere.

I stop and stare.
It seems you do not realize
I have knocked my orange soda
into your lap.

I am disbelief and incredulous

You smile.
"It fizzes."

...my cauliflour falls from your hair...
...to the puddle on the floor...

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The Puddle On The Floor
Date: Monday, 1st March 2004 @ 11:30:43 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: SensitiveSoAbused

Sitting next to you
it is very hard to paint my cauliflour
with the intense buzzing of your brain interrupting.

"WILL YOU BE QUIET?!"

You look at me, your face
a picture of grotesque philanthropy.
I can hear the algebra reverberating.

Aquamarine and cyan
drip from perplexingly lumpy vegetables
to the starched white tablecloth
with last week's spaghetti sauce.

Your benevolent smile,
engaging in polite erotica with your ears,
is trying to hug my face.

I jump up suddenly, repulsed.
Paint and lunch fly
everywhere.

I stop and stare.
It seems you do not realize
I have knocked my orange soda
into your lap.

I am disbelief and incredulous

You smile.
"It fizzes."

...my cauliflour falls from your hair...
...to the puddle on the floor...

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