Ripchord

A Boy With Roses

In crowded avenues                                                                                                                   

I've put myself to good use                                                                                           

Went and chopped up the wood                                                                                     

Took a leaf from your book                                                                                     

Pushed myself there

 

Yesterday I overheard my mama                                                                                 

Saying something I don't want to hear                                                                                     

Now I'm smaller than ever                                                                                     

Yesterday I overheard my mama                                                                                 

Saying something I don't want to hear

 

I heard it with my own two ears

My ears don't lie to me

They wouldn't

My ears don't fall for illusions

Like a body welcomes the prodrome

I have my magic boots on

How many times will I have to save my life?

The ogre has stopped to rest

By my breath

I can't focus, I can't focus

 

Yesterday I overheard my mama                                                                                 

Saying something I don't want to hear                                                                                     

Now I'm smaller than ever                                                                                     

Yesterday I overheard my mama                                                                                 

Saying something I don't want to hear

 

She said goodbye to them                                                                                               

Goodbye to them                                                                                                             

Goodbye to the brethren                                                                                                                

Goodbye to Hop-o'-My-Thumb                                                                                                         

I never thought I would've been neglected                                                                                       

I never expected it. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 20th, 2020 13:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: Based on Little Poucet by Charles Perrault
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 11
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