Coop

actually this is a dream

I was...

giving rest to a bite of leaves

leaving my diet to contemplate suicide

while I myself lived only to see this maze to the end

surrounded on all sides by chicken wire

constantly watched by unconcerned

mud-eaters beneath my feet

another bite of these tasteless greens

and I'm all set for another go through this thoroughfare

always leading into the same bright enclosure

always to the same fruitless meal.

 

The worms looked to me like

they were taking mental notes then

perhaps only imagination painted my prison beautiful

when I was faced with a grape tree

the grapes had rejected the vine

my mind sought no reason

for the green fruits growing at the end

of each long thin brown limb

like bulbs on a Christmas tree

no I had not a thought as I delivered

these grapes to my mouth

but they came off flaccid as if rotten

and soft to the touch like cotton

and tasteless but not in my verocious state

I dropped them into my body like rocks when a worm asked

 

What are you doing?

 

I'm eating grapes.

 

No you're not.

 

I spit out what I could

having no idea what I'd been tricked into eating

whatever it was weighed me deep deep down..

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

You delivered the words in a way that I could read easily, and it provoked thoughts of wonder... what were you eating?:) And what weighed you down? Great write

[Coyote Poetry]

A wild dream. Bad dreams mean stress and too much thoughts. You create a wild vision with the strong description of worms and rotten fruit. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Wow...what a dream!!! told so well...excellent :)