24 April 2012

Plasticized

This isn't what I paid for.
I want things to touch.
Things to break.
Things to fear.

I want something
Real as hangnails
Or spilled ketchup.

I want wood and stone,
Trees and rocks,
But all you give me is plastic.

4 comments:

  1. I real it real too including burnt toast ~

    Happy day to you ~

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  2. Another gem of a poem! Go real!

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  3. hangnails...ketchup...wood...stone...
    LOVE. this piece is so tangible. excellent.

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  4. Thanks, all. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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