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Painting on Pot
Contributed by
Ina
on
Saturday, 12th June 2004 @ 12:19:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Brown beads inside my eyes melt into my s p i n e
my canvas is an icy gravestone white like an Alaskan sky
she paints me
I cut a circle inside a flowering shrub with my paint brush
inside the green window I see two trees licking leaves and hair
a n d a chimney smoking herb
she paints me
canvas in hand I walk out of the dyed garden because night burns the brushes
black dust smeared all over my painting like a sweet childs voice
excuse me excuse me ex
little Mexican girl wearing a thrift-ian dress runs in to me
hands me a purple banana flower
I twirl the gift clumsily
high up in the air
she smiles she bows she smiles
like a trick of the eye
singing she finishes painting me holding the flower
on her canvas I am a land-escape
my canvas is white
I turn around and round and round
and bump into a
cop
Copyright ©
Ina
... [
2004-06-12 12:19:24] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Painting on Pot
(User Rating: 1 ) by pixie on
Saturday, 12th June 2004 @ 12:39:00 PM AEST (User
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Wow, this is very intresting, love your style
pixie xx |
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Re: Painting on Pot
(User Rating: 1 ) by reilt on
Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 01:43:38 PM AEST (User
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as always, a wonderful write. kudos* |
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Re: Painting on Pot
(User Rating: 1 ) by frohemiasweetie on
Friday, 9th July 2004 @ 02:21:07 PM AEST (User
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Man, pot freaking rules. That's all I got to say, and I really liked this poem. Very much. |
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