paper piranha
who looks at me with broken eye
beneath red sun where
toxic doves and polyester seagulls fly
too bogged down with sentences
paper piranha
do you not know how much this
page weeps each time your
spiny mouth opens
fingering long-winded wine glass?
I sit on weathered streetcar
contemplating stop signs
acid rain falling
windows stinging
breeze broken
paper piranha
how long must I go on
unable to hear my own clock tick
my own spirit sing
while you look at me with
razor sharp teeth
feeling proud of yourself
i find my way home
open bills
check shopping list
re-evaluate need for
grated parmesan cheese on special
paper piranha
who looks at me with broken eye
beneath red sun where
toxic doves and polyester seagulls fly
too bogged down with sentences
you’re only paper, you know
you are only paper
i bid you farewell
mypenandme 
piranha are so cuddly…
It’s lovely to see you here. Thanks! π
Hi, very nice looking blog, I think thats the first link to a good blog. I really liked an old conversation #1, it felt fresh and original! Thanks for checking out my new blog! I don’t have any particular writing skills or talent, in fact I’m dsylexic, but I hope its good enough to be at least interesting.
Cheers
Welcome to my blog. Thanks for stopping by to read and comment. I loved your Nick Drake posting. Best regards,
Mary Ann
Nice. I find that for me, staring at a blank paper, also turns it into a piranha or other fearsome creature. I prefer to go out, and find the words there :).
Thanks for sharing, Arjan. π
Thanks for the like! Really interesting imagery here with very nice ambiguity. It’s almost like reading a riddle. Well done!
I enjoyed your poem, THE LAST ONE. I look forward to reading more of your work. Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. M.A.
I simply like this peom!
Liz! Thank you so much for stopping by. π
Quite refreshing view here…..Amazed by your flow of words…
Keep penning more…you have a beautiful imagery..:)
Peace and love
Thank you so much for your kind comments, Pawan. π
Peace and love
This has such interesting combinations–the reality of the day (the parmesan cheese on special) and this overhanging threat, which isn’t perhaps real, but symbolizes all the real threats. Very interesting. K.
This poem was a bridge between a personal problem and resolving the problem. When I resolved the problem, I changed the last three lines of the poem. Thanks so much for reading. M.A. π
“You are only paper.” Threatening, intimidating, lushly and extravagantly fear-invoking imagery. And then you get it. And shed the lavish and elaborate spell which you had concocted. Meantime, we get memorable stuff to read.
This poem will always be special to me because it helped me to see a situation the way it was, and then change the outcome. Thank you for your support, encouragement and kind words. Hugs. M.A.
I found you through Leeza and I’m glad I came over here, really enjoyed your poetry!
Bux x
That’s very kind of you. Welcome to my blog. π
paper cut…phiranna’s…I am running like hell,
LOVe
r.
Ha!