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Loneliness is like hunting for redwood trees Their gnarled faces Gritting teeth They bite the loveliest poison Out of all the holes your heart couldn’t fill Sprout carnations Sprout dahlias All crimson petals Blooming from the places You wanted to be held Loneliness is a garden That no one tends So you choke on the roots Your tongue turns green And little tendrils tickle up your throat Looks like worms at first But those come later Pretty soon you’re planted And collapsing blood red beautiful Loneliness kills you sometimes Turns you into a garden after you go hunting For redwood trees And on the brief occasions the light breaks the treetop It shines on you Just a few red red flowers A little girl sees one maybe She plucks what’s left of you Places you in a vase That sits on a kitchen table Without much sunlight Loneliness is you in a vase Trying to be as beautiful as you can Before your petals fall And your stalks wilt For a girl Who thought you were worth taking home Long enough to brighten up a kitchen A few days maybe That’s all we can hope for
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Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 4:10 PM UTC
When You Go Hunting For Redwood Trees
Loneliness is like hunting for redwood trees Their gnarled faces Gritting teeth They bite the loveliest poison Out of all the holes your heart couldn’t fill Sprout carnations Sprout dahlias All crimson petals Blooming from the places You wanted to be held Loneliness is a garden That no one tends So you choke on the roots Your tongue turns green And little tendrils tickle up your throat Looks like worms at first But those come later Pretty soon you’re planted And collapsing blood red beautiful Loneliness kills you sometimes Turns you into a garden after you go hunting For redwood trees And on the brief occasions the light breaks the treetop It shines on you Just a few red red flowers A little girl sees one maybe She plucks what’s left of you Places you in a vase That sits on a kitchen table Without much sunlight Loneliness is you in a vase Trying to be as beautiful as you can Before your petals fall And your stalks wilt For a girl Who thought you were worth taking home Long enough to brighten up a kitchen A few days maybe That’s all we can hope for
jon-tobias
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Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 4:10 PM UTC
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