Open Poetry #26 |
Sunburn |
Peter J Marcroft Member
since 2003-02-02
Posts 265York, England |
I burn, exceptionally slowly, My skin flays and goes red, The pain, searing agony, I so wish I was dead. Left out beneath the circle Of fire in the day sky, Abandoned myself at its mercy And slowly I begin to fry. I crawl through the asphalt desert, Forever I want some shade, So thirsty, so dry, Of this pain I am affraid. For days and days I suffer, My skin it does burn, "Leave me alone godammit!" I promise this lesson I shall learn My white skin it peels off, And suddenly I am brown, A transformation of the night, Now I seem from out of town Wolf whistles from the women, I smile, this is certainly a perk, I wink back and strut the street, Sun, this was excellent work! [This message has been edited by Peter J Marcroft (06-05-2003 07:22 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Ouch!!! But I know how this is Cold hands means a warm heart |
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