Poetry Blogs (outcast)
Leader of his own pack,
A high slope, only to his lonesome self,
Lost connection toward the skys tired eyes,
Ears tucked in deepening sulk.
He'd given up on prey's prayful ease,
Wrapped in dolefuls constructed salute,
As if every pelt surrounded him in scorn,
Soon forgotten travail, a yelp inflicted his oiled mood.
Cascading into his perception, he had seen a limb...
Sunday 5th October 2014 5:59 pm
the vegetable man
the vegetable man proclaims his entrance
in a voice as crisp as iceberg lettuce
the aroma that surrounds him is as pungent
as stewed cabbage on a grey cloudy Monday
children cross the road to avoid him
in his coconut overcoat and jaunty aubergine hat
the vegetable man has cauliflower ears
that dribble cheddar cheese sauce
the hair that hangs from his grimy head
Monday 19th May 2014 8:35 pm