The Pumpkin Carver
just because I cut open
your head and scooped out
all the things I didn't want
wet slimy stringy brains
and slippery seeds of ideas
just because I gouged your face
making your eyes look straight
slicing a new view to my liking
opening your mouth when I was ready
doesn't mean you have to insist
on sitting there dead and empty
feeling your own slow rot
and refusing me anything
but that crooked smile
© Chuck Beals
simoneaugustus commented on The Pumpkin Carver
10-12-2009
10/12/2009
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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