Canvas

Posted: December 26, 1990 in Poetry
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I watched the sun leap up from behind these shaggy hills.
the mountains shuddered brightly
and proceeded to melt into rainbow puddles.
my hair was torn softly from my scalp
and tenderly, the clothes were sliced from my limbs.
the muscles in my arms and legs
were gently flayed of their surrounding skin
by the beauty of the rising sun.
my laboring lungs exposed to open air,
were all blue and were brought to a standstill.
my heart split apart and out popped a jack
with a beautiful flower.
my ivory skeleton was picked apart
by several crows
but stood silent as the golden sun
made its daily rounds.

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