poetry: 'alien on my skin'
ugly green bruise appears silently on softly tanned skin
an illegal alien- i dont know your origins or your purpose!
or your name...
why are you green, bruise?
do you have friends?
are they green?
or are they purple?
are you like a plant - turning yellow when you're lacking something?
if i fed you could i keep you?
what would I feed a bruise anyway?
and where would you go when you fade away?
to join other bruises?
i think i shall declare you an 'object of interest'
as despite all the unknowns you intrigue me.
Despite your immigration status i shall be sorry to see you die.
...maybe ugly green bruise was a little harsh,
green bruise.
-sara smith 16/07/08
(yes i did wake up with the first two liines in my head...
i have a bruise i dont recall how i got.... )
an illegal alien- i dont know your origins or your purpose!
or your name...
why are you green, bruise?
do you have friends?
are they green?
or are they purple?
are you like a plant - turning yellow when you're lacking something?
if i fed you could i keep you?
what would I feed a bruise anyway?
and where would you go when you fade away?
to join other bruises?
i think i shall declare you an 'object of interest'
as despite all the unknowns you intrigue me.
Despite your immigration status i shall be sorry to see you die.
...maybe ugly green bruise was a little harsh,
green bruise.
-sara smith 16/07/08
(yes i did wake up with the first two liines in my head...
i have a bruise i dont recall how i got.... )