Ted Sheridan - Buried Sun Dried Tomatoes Wearing Shoes

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I sit up at night and write down my rainy days In an effort to end the drought my life has taken Believing flowers will grow in the cemetery If I could just get them to take a drink Plastic flowers pollinated with ash and earth Smelling of death and dying sentiments Generational deformity Takes hold and strangles the life out of me As the fruit of my tree and loins Runs down the leg of my family tree And puddles in the polished shoes Of some other poor dumb dead bastard Dressed up in his Sunday best With pennies under his lids And maggots in his gut Eating him inside out as opposed to outside in… His scars unhealed but preserved by the formaldehyde He injected in his youthful foolish way Before he finally understood That just because it is beautiful It doesn’t mean it’s good I sit up at night and write down my rainy days In an effort to put an end to the drought my life has taken… 2007 © T Sheridan Ted Sheridan poemhunter.com/poem/buried-sun-dried-tomatoes-wearing-shoes/