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Ruby Radish & The Isoscolese Caucastrophy
And when you lay down in the snow
You become an angel
And when the thermometer is red
You shrug me off
For rubies are rabies
Frozen into stone
And radishes are in their roaring 20s
Captivating freedom
And when the well runs dry
You steal its pennies
And when the yawning sun has set
You turn off the exit sign
I don't know exactly HOW to respond--but this one hit me, particularly the title. FINALLY I found someone who posts as much as I do! What's with the bunny mask in the pictures? I dunno. Everything about your poetry and form of expression struck me. Don't quit! Sometimes, an approach like this knocks people off-kilter, and maybe for one brief moment the banality filter perpetually fixed over their heads like a cartoon logo of apathy will be dislodged long enough for them to look around and say, "Hey, there's a WORLD here!"
I don't know exactly HOW to respond--but this one hit me, particularly the title. FINALLY I found someone who posts as much as I do! What's with the bunny mask in the pictures? I dunno. Everything about your poetry and form of expression struck me. Don't quit! Sometimes, an approach like this knocks people off-kilter, and maybe for one brief moment the banality filter perpetually fixed over their heads like a cartoon logo of apathy will be dislodged long enough for them to look around and say, "Hey, there's a WORLD here!"