Thought i would share it with you,it's amazing.
Cut-Sylvia Plath
What a thrill----
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Exccept for a sort of hinge
of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush
Little pilgrim,
The Indian's axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
carpet rolls
Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
of pink fizz. A celebration this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.
Whose side are they on?
O my
Homumculus, I…
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Posted on August 1, 2009 at 7:50am — 2 Comments