Wednesday, July 15, 2009

tomatohead

my tomato brain
spits seeds green

with envy green
as my eyes

undeveloped
by sun

supported by
stakes

concealed amongst
strangled vines

red
will expose them

irradiated
into ripeness

culled by bird
pecks

grub
gobblers

my green seeds
seek

escape
from red

2 Comments:

Blogger Chris Never said...

The undercurrent of this is like a rip tide, the way it pulls the reader down into the red....

different style for you, very austere, but also very succinct, good stuff

4:13 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thanks. It's a weird one. 'green with envy' will have to go I suppose. being all cliched and such. sigh.

I was trying to write to a picture of a beautiful green tomato. lol

9:36 PM  

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